Butterfly Time...
I have a new visitor in my garden,
A Mummy Maggie...
Clouds rise like eyelids
unveiling a bright blue sky...
Wind gust topples nest
eggs shells shattered on concrete...
hear those birds singing
in the ripening treetops...
I am a little rivulet
I am not yet thought of as a stream...
Fragrant scents
Leap...
How can something you love so dearly
destroy it all with enormous power...
Sorry
Mister Blackbird...
Sprinkled twinkles of lucent gems
Take place in nature's planetarium...
How lovely are the days when flowers bloom
but also when the rain comes dripping down...
Little red corvette
cruises past a purple wood...