Morning Stroll

Sweet bliss, the joy my heart does feel
As I breath the fresh and dewy air
And birdsong dances on my mind
Relieving thoughts along the way....

A carpet of bronze and gold and green
Softened now by season's toll and 
Cushions my path lest I drift
Into quicker pace and spoil the dream

Mother Earth

Velvet hills with babbling streams
Skeletal shapes, barren of leaves.
Tumbling rocks and woolly beasts 
Rugged land welcomes the brave

Winds caress these emerald heights
Climbing high unto the clouds
Tufted bogs and rough terrain
Undulating tapestry

Summit reached, my heart does leap
I turn, my breath snatched by the view
Thrill of reaching celestial heights
Exhilarated am I, at one with earth

A moment in time

I am quiet, I am still.....
Nothing punctures the peace
There's an aura of anticipation,
Yet overwhelming spirit of calm

A light breeze then rustles the leaves
Enchanting birds flutter by
As they seek out food
And rest on that source

Sweet caress of the wind
On my face as I look up
Then warm bliss of the sun
As I gaze the clear blue sky