Introspective days

will find me in a garden

talking to the plants

Balanced on a leaf

fleeting thoughts reflected, in

tiny drops of dew

At times my world, is

reflected in a raindrop,

clinging to a twig

Someday you might find

Happiness is slippery

But very hard to hide

After rain how green

the leaves and deep the shadows

in soft morning light

Heavy laden skies

sometimes the day is weary

of lighting the world

The gift of giving

involves receiving but why

a shift in power

Standing in the rain

A cold shower calms the mind

but clutter remains

While we are asleep

trailing silk threads gather dew

weaving magic webs

On a winter’s night

beside a dark lake frost creeps

icy flowers bloom