
even in the dark
and on wrong side of the fence
life still keeps blooming


even in the dark
and on wrong side of the fence
life still keeps blooming


the light on the bridge
beckons to a world beyond
where peace lies hidden

the joy this morning
not a feeling or idea
springs from deep within

sun rises quietly
not a KAW from the ravens
no words for wonder
when a shrub flowers
is it new creations or
old resurrections