The Richness of the Blue Sky


As the winter sun deepens the richness

of the blue sky,

pine trees bow, honoring

the peace,

the sparkles

of the freshly fallen snow.

And flurries descend,

floating, swirling

in the afterglow.


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Sacred Moments


Sacred moments in quiet storms seeking peace


within the blue sky

even with clouds rolling

through our frames,

through our spirits, finding

the wholeness 

we were always made for

and so desperately need.


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The Words I’ve Been Carrying


I turn towards the light, spinning some words, singing a phrase

expecting the revelation, instead water falls on me

but I am cleansed mostly

fig leaves never hiding me

or the words I’ve been carrying for so long,

waiting to write. So I begin again….

We all have a story.


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