
off a busy street
an inviting gate beckons
leave the world behind
in the cool of evenings
come and walk with your Maker

off a busy street
an inviting gate beckons
leave the world behind
in the cool of evenings
come and walk with your Maker

between the branches
just below the hanging clouds
where the light resides


no dinner bell heard
yet turtles know to gather
when the catkins fall