On day in April
when all hope
of a white landscape faded to memories
surprise entered morning breath.

A gift meandering
from clouds of sky
to ground below.
A special cool present
bonding with air to make
artistic landscape.

They came in droves
as if fairies looking for home
upon mountainside and ground.

They came florissant white
tickling senses to be a child again.

They gave face a reason to smile
and unbox gloves and hats
to have an adventure
with camera in hand.

The gift daintily danced
coating tree branches
to make them shine.

Daily bustle of noise slowed
yet for shovels making contact
with ground.

I felt blessed,
to see them gather in beauty
before Father Sky took action.

Action to tuck them back in clouds
in-exchange
for Springs flowery blanket.

I write each day until I'm dead
inside grand thoughts with pencils lead.
Scribbling with the sun of day.
Within visions, I will play.

Play to sing, and play to dance.
With my words I do romance.
My gifts grow with love and light
Now grateful, I will take flight.

Oh to move and live to write
Touching many I feel right.
Now my poem it is at end.
To your eyes now I do send.

We poets,
live in a field
where words are like seeds
ready to be watered by creative minds
to grow prose.

Sometimes our tears help it grow
Other times it's sun from happy hearts.

We poets peddle
our bouquets filled verses
with its fragrances
that drifts in readers mind.

I am a sacred quilt,
sewn of the finest silk.
Patched together by
experiences gathered,
People I’ve met,
Days gone by.

My quilt vibrates
with love infused light.
With the moment,
as I add to its illumination.
As I breath deep
and harbor gratitude.

I am a precious quilt,
sewn with focus and intention
Always carried to give me warmth
as I align with the truth.
Truth hat I carry threads
of the Divine and therefore
am a gift.

The way to release all obstacles
like depression and fear...
is to go into the heart.
Visit there, move in  breath deep to open its door.
And in a short amount of time
ears will hear your own grand music
Wisdom will help ground
Then
peace and freedom will come.

Open the doorway to your heart.
Move in its chapel walls.
to find the magic as you wander.

Once inside, dance to the heartbeat that plays.
Breath to feel the energies housed there
and heal as any cracks disappear.
Let yourself drift with the riches stored
in its illuminated walls.

Once inside, listen to the wisdom that echoes.
Find the serenity and truth of who you are.
Visit often as you allow its sacred place
to wash away fears, loneliness, and lack.

Once inside, align with your own beauty.
Connect to Divine Source to recall your birthright.
Let its wisdom filter in your conscious mind
so you find the love housed there,
to transmute dark and sing with hope.

Open the doorway to your heart
Move in its chapel walls.
Only you hold its key,
for Peace,
Joy,
and Harmony.

I shall move in waves of my own destiny,
swimming gracefully.
Drifting divinely in breath
carried by tides of moment.
By grace in gratitude.
By the wind that sings.

And as sun filters through clouds
I feel free.
Free to celebrate life
for I choose where to swim.