The moon glances over at you as if to tell a secret, It whispers of the world coming alive, The stars shining, The quiet symphony, And the distant beauty of it all.
January/February 2024
Morning Love
Out my window Whispering winds wander And dance upon the morning’s might Sunshine streams rivers of light through my bedroom window Out my window I listen to the sounds of silent mountains I listen to the songs of silent birds I listen to the songs of silent voices I listen to the songs of things unheard
A World of Color
Watercolor
