Toads
I smiled as the light shone brightly
on the toad at the edge of the garden
Wild Thing
My garden, nature’s whim:
wild thing.
Canopy in the Morning
The still cool air gently brushes
over the face searching for the sun;
Raspberry
the crunchy spiced munch
pops with the sweet berryness
Small
fresh paint
on history
Dance
Fairies in pink satin
dance along the breeze;
while we mere mortals
see blossoms that please
Little Sunrays
dandelion’s bright sun rays
Little Things
When the world crowds our wings, It’s time to enjoy the little things. Art and Couplet by Sheri
Poem In My Pocket Day
Poem in Your Pocket Day
Hello Spring
Greet the sun:
Hello, Spring!
The Kitten
She sees the birds with focused eyes;
Still in this time her prey she spies,
Blue
Looking down
I saw looking up
the sky so brilliant
in the five petals
of the forget-me-not
Connected
The lost remembered
as we, like water, flow on:
connected spirits.
Hardanger
count four
up and through
repeat until 5;
22 count fabric
held gently flat;
What?
What?
Quince
Rich red blossoms
of April bud on
a once ancient plant
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