Changing
always,
I am
changing
always…
I follow
the seasons,
Face the Sun
Howl at the Moon
and
wish upon the
Stars…
Spring,
do your
thing.
I love
to watch
Mother
wake
from her
Winter’s
rest
We are
born again
with the
seasons,
time to
bloom…
Seasons~
Drifting…
Ireland~
My ancestral
home
I am a
great granddaughter
I long for
your hills
and the
sounds
of the sea
you are
in my
heart
always
dear…
Wild Roses~
Dancing in
the wind
fill my
visions
fields upon
fields
petals upon
petals
sweet
fragrance
embraces…
The Queen
of flowers
calling
holding on
reaching out
tears nourishing
the wounds…
Wild Roses
fill my dreams
of
hope,
of
life,
of a chance
to dance again
among the
Wild Roses…
Sundays…
I can’t stand
the pain
don’t mind
the rain
A journal
a pen
a book
or two
hot coffee
hot toddy
what time
of day?
To sleep in
to cook slow
a walk
a talk
a nap
Sundays…
slow down
touch spirit
stretch
relax
day dream
play
ahh
Sundays…
love
and
roses…
