Mothers Day I no longer hear her Voice. I no longer see her silver hair or hazel eyes. I know I never told enough I loved her then, I hold her and love her now. She taught me quiet love is, a love of iron, non-rusting, enduring through time and space. ... To What do we awaken this morning?

April showers bring May .....snow?

A damp cold and a bed sheet layer

of snow. Ain't mother nature beautiful lady? ...

ARGH....

I have been sitting here and nothing

comes to mind for a poem...SIGH When shadows come visiting

the mind goes blank

I've dug down deep to find one close

to the meaning of this day

...

Tree and water,

separate lives

...

Root of tree

Hidden from sight

in mother earth,

Buried deep

...

Water flows

free and wild

Hidden root seeks

to feed.

...

Traveling souls

from different realms.

...

Bound to mother

tree feeds.

...

Two become one

this will be

until

Both are gone

ccd 2006