The morning peace

enfolds me,

like a blanket

warm and yielding,

birdsong sounds…

bringing music,

of the earth…

pausing for

refrain.

Like the Rain

softly falling

feeding the flora,

washing away

our deepest fears.

Once so frightful,

now drying tears

laying down…

a trail of cares,

to rest away

from all we know,

to hear a song,

from inner glow,

knowing the path

tis ours to sow.