Near Enough

a great blue
dwarfed by ancients
returning to sacred ground

Each and One

all together
the bud, the bloom, the pod
circle of life – beauty at every stage


Rocks and trees know not to struggle
but to simply stay until the appointed time comes to go.
Change is forever pulling or pushing.
Do not begrudge the current its way.


Adorned with angel wings
the color of the sky and ringed with time
the stump slowly returns to its beginning
by nurturing its mother – earth.