
near the trees rose
from underneath the past rain
a new day is born
poetry, prose, and photography

near the trees rose
from underneath the past rain
a new day is born

through spring rains
flowers forced to wait
for summer's delight

blue sky memories
blossoms caressed by sunlight
your voice in my dreams

gentle spots of white
upon the yellow petals
moving in the breeze

sun upon petals
once the gentle rains have stopped
the joys of this life

moments of sunlight
bees spreading their joyful wings
spring's life renewing
sitting with my tea
where I am quite dry and warm
amidst the rainfall

the morning rains fade
clouds dancing upon the breeze
and, slowly, sunlight