Friday, February 15, 2008

Stained Glass Autumn

Daisy Field

Grandpa left me daisies.
Fields of daisies white.
Sprinkled, starry daisies,
in the scattered light.

Daisies on the water,
Daisy crowns and rings.
Daisies by the armful.
Drowsy daisy dreams.

Stormy Weather Reading


Down to the woods, to the dock at the pond, where sweet summer magic lies sleeping,
we carry out bags full of wonder and fear: precious packages within our keeping.

With a brilliant explosion the magic awakes, raining glittering light on the water;
Fountains and burst of colorful glory, to shine though darks nights ever after.