Better watch your step, Stargazing again! Pay attention to the sign. Don’t focus so much on rhyme. You’ll wake up—but when? Stuck in your own head, You’ll soon fall behind. There’s a trap you can’t escape When your thoughts are not in shape. Seek, but you won’t find. Soon the Moon will turn. Stars, they…

With the proper Madness, I will gather all the stars In a wicker basket, for The Universe is ours. Let me live in Wonder of The things they cannot see: I have tried the safer path. It had no room for me. Why are you not dreaming? Don’t you feel a spark inside? Who has…

Autumn’s chill caressed the Wood, And coaxed her into Sleep. Leaves then fluttered from the Boughs Into a towering heap. Man admires the Wild-flower, Gem-like on the ground; But what of the slumbering Tree That cannot make a sound? Are not all things in this Wood Reflecting how, in Life, Living things can’t set their…

Nature peeled back Summer’s quilt Of flower-beds and all things green. Soon the plants began to wilt; Windows took a frosty sheen. In place of grass, the lawn turned pale Beneath a sheet of fresh, white snow. The pond became a crystal frail; Frigid water lurked below. Picture now that Mother fair, Deciding that our…

There is a sacred hollow Where the fireflies in play, Can inspire a shattered heart With hope for a new day. Wind creeps between the branches Of the trees stronger than time. After rain, the ground sends up A scent rich and sublime. We venture there in daydreams To escape the winter gray. In the…

Find me in the dead of night, Curled up in my bed but Wading Through the murky dregs of Sleep, Gathered in a pool so deep. Consciousness is breached. The thing intangible that holds me, And in waking hours consoles me, Just out of my reach.

One bright afternoon, you see Some wild birds in play. If you remain silent, You can make out what they say. Sit here in the sunlight, One bird says to her friend. Because in a few short weeks, This fair weather will end. Soon comes hibernation, The ritual of sleep. As for you and me,…

I feel that we’ve found a place Where shadows are of light. It’s the first time I have not been frightened of the night. Crickets on their leaves are singing To the moon above. Fireflies blink in and out And watch the stars with love. Weeping willow is a maiden Crowned with silver hair. She…

Crickets have a preference for The bush outside my door. They’ve gathered there to make a song I’ve never heard before. If the stars had voices, I would think they’d sound the same— All abuzz with energy, A summer night untame. Wait! here come the fireflies. And look at how they dance! Choreographed perfectly, A…

Lower your voice in the garden. Flowers have songs for the wise. Sometimes you can hear them sing To serenade the skies. Lower your voice here, and listen. This awareness will not hurt. Here, the air is clean and you Skip barefoot on the dirt. One day, you’ll wish you had listened When the Meadow…

Have you felt the chill of fall? It’s come this way before. See! it gathers over hills. September comes once more. Cooler mornings changing shifts With eighty-degree days, ‘Til there comes October-land, And sweater weather stays. Nimble flowers bow their heads And trees turn shades of gold. Nothing lives that doesn’t rest: This truth is…

Meet me where the grass is fragrant From the morning dew; I have learned a melody And want to sing to you. It can’t be another place. My voice won’t rise so high. I won’t cater to a crowd; I daren’t even try. If you cannot meet me there, The tune will slip away. It…