Little red mushrooms

On rain-softened wood, gracing

The old cedar deck.

Different flowers,

But, from the same green garden,

We all belong here.

Warm sunlight breaks through

the natural canopy,

demonstrating Hope.

Inside the bottle

A thief! Cabernet hits me

Takes my broken dreams.

Echoes of thunder

lull. My body drifts away

following my dreams.

Gold and silver light

intermingling, teach me

about unity.

You- an open wound.

It scabbed but my mind picked it.

I bleed for you still.

blades on the wet ground

screams in a mist—heavenly

smells of fresh cut grass

The light of tulips

against the winter grey do

not outshine your heart.

Nature seeks the sun's

loving enlightenment as

all are drawn to you.