Morning Sun

light bright enough
to rouse
all sleeping seeds

A Pink Orange Sigh

between night’s descent
and the sleeping earth
resides the colored breath of light

In April

in earthen beds
beneath another snow
seeds shake off their sleeping caps

Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

on the couch
with their own
pillow and blanket

As Earth Sleeps Beneath Her Blanket Of Snow

blue sky
issues an invitation
to awaken

Layers

between
the trees and snow
time hibernates

Day Is Done

clouds pull up
to the mountain’s chin
the world readied for rest