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
Run
A run,
thoughts come
and go…
the steps not fast,
not slow…
I listen to crickets,
birds and such.
To rustle in the trees
sun’s warm touch…
I measure my distance,
from tree line to tree.
I measure my fatigue
and I talk to me.
I pray some, and sing
and listen some more.
My thoughts ramble
trains on the track…
I am soon done,
I am almost back.
CMM @2020
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fast and furious
the birds wake with song
cold brisk morning run