Morning dew

Delicately touching its splendor to bathe in reflective pearls of quenching dew

Dreams

yearning to keep a warm feeling

or calm an electric tremble

Every Storm Passes

Every storm passes is old wisdom that stands relevant for every generation.

Whispering vines

As a canopy spread over delicate leaves

wilting growth reached for speckled light

finding its way through

Weaver Ants

they carry the larvae along the entire length of the leaf edges, squeezing as they go, using the larvae like living bottles of glue, until the edges of the leaves are stuck together from end to end

The Sun — Ivor.Plumber/Poet

I am re-posting this from Ivors page as it has a wonderful music video included that warmed my heart. I hope you take the time to watch. Its worth the four minute feel good break it will give you. Happy listening. Haiku: The Sun The fiery sun burns Bitumen melts underfoot Tomatoes glow red Ivor…

Rookie Green Thumb

I sucked up a lemon seed through my straw while drinking iced tea and dropped it into soil with some fertilizer…boom-eight weeks later I have a lemon tree.

Sunset Junkie

It will never grow old…not until my final sunset, then that is where you can find me.