depth of delicacy
intricacy of design
heart of the blossom
open and exposed
to every joy and sorrow
mist rises from the fertile field
the heart of the river valley beats
heart of the garden
hydrangea’s beauty bridges
summer to autumn
With each step
a little love
was left behind.
A tiny bouquet of piercing red
surrounded by heart shaped leaves
offered to you by August.
As the cold has settled deep into the ground
stillness has wrapped itself around the house
and both accentuate
the smallest of movements and quietest whispers of the heart.
Hope is the energy that beats the heart.
Light is its manifestation.
Love fills the space in between.
Standing alone I saw a blue moon.
So I held onto my prayer and the dream in my heart
and both were answered in your ring of gold.
This is the spot
to rest on the plush pine needle carpet,
listen to the song of the leaves and the river
and hear the wisdom of your own heart.
Today came a cloud so white
it must have been reflecting
the heart of the moon.
It beckons you to venture
into the heart of mystery.