Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Winter birds

I heard the birds singing
in frozen trees;
And I wondered how,
in bitter cold,
with Spring so far away,
such hope could move those tiny hearts
to sing for joy unseen.

A Trail of Flowers

If I strewed the path from here to there
With all of the flowers of Spring
Would you follow it
And find the way to me?
Would you try?

Lucky Moon

Cool and distant,
far above
in blackest night
you shine.
Lucky moon...
Serene and lovely
light of stars,
shine kindly
as I walk this path