Morning
Let me wash my face with the morning dew
Dress my soul with the songs of birds
Pick the dawn with the hopes anew
Walk among the crickets I’ve heard
And take with me a symphony
Given by the hooting owl
Live again another day
And dry my feet with Nature’s towel
©. Christine McNeill-Matteson
Angels in My Garden
Angels hide in my garden
Saying a prayer for me
They are not there for the onlooker
They are only there to be
A comfort for the tender
A reminder of the quiet prayers
So when we forget to spend the time
A sweet symbol of moments shared.
© CMM 2020
