Sparkle

in the right light
from even the worn and humble
beauty emanates

Not One Alone

every berry
provided with
companionship

Sparkle

milkweed’s moment
in the sun
glittering cold

Wonderment

sunlight sparkles on water
snowflakes descend to greet it
all kinds and conditions of magic

Here and Now

awakened by
and surrendered to
the day’s beauty

Blue Light and Dark

divine
blue sky
everything asparkle

Sunday Afternoon

time is
best measured in
moments not minutes

Released

in the echo
of his cry
every tear is dried

Embossed

diamondized by dew
pink with sparkle
morning’s kiss

And

crystals and petals
drift and bloom
shimmer and flower

Solitude

morning’s memory
sparkling steps
of a midnight stroll

Largess

the long shadow
of a small leaf
such is the way
of kindness

Snow Cones

Golden leaves filled with sparkle
a winter delicacy of the woodland fairies.

Sugared Maple

The frozen world
creates the leaf’s
next incarnation of beauty

Overlooking

The water glitters and shouts as it rushes on
carrying memories of perfection from the freshness of youth.
Age tempers today’s perfection with the acceptance of impermanence
making the glitter more brilliant and the shouting more joyful.

Sugared Maple

When fall departed it took its brilliant colors with it.
The fallen leaf bejeweled by winter sparkles on.