In My Garden

There are secrets in my garden

You need but walk a piece

You will stumble on a flower

And a butterfly at ease

Walk but just a couple steps

You almost see them grow

The purple and the yellow

But please walk a little slow

There are secrets in my garden

A prairie dog you might see

A pansy or a daisy

However please be quiet

Not to disturb the frog so lazy

Or the fountains where angels sit

I invite you in my garden

Where joy is laid and kept

Hiking in Colorado

Silver lights surround fallen beams cast from summer’s full moon.

Sea is quiet and spreads like a lover in waiting for the ones-to-notice, to linger.

Linger we do, in the dust showered in the reflections of the midnight visit.

Women of generations, sit upon sands that are older than time itself,

Gathering thoughts of times to come, and times that passed as wisdom lingers.

Lingering in moments of contemplation, waiting to be heard.

(Dedicated to my Mother )