Paints gleefully, with flowers.
Dancing barefoot in the dirt.
Smiling she toils 'neath the Sun,
Rendering with Mother Earth.
Tinting

Up I go, into the wood.
The hill to the pasture,
Crags nuzzled in snow,
Slows the golden girl
beside me.

The woman, I wonder
Who

~ Things That We Believe ~

 A poem, a prayer, a promise;

all the many things that we believe in...

Like magical rainbows

The Magic Man

The man that lives beside me.
Is friends with all the earth.
And everything my neighbor plants.
Is given a new

Magic In The Making...

Don't think about tomorrow when you open up your eyes,
Nor try to re-live yesterday, a new day's on