A winter dream

dream a lovely rose
A delicate oriental coat
Snow blown toolshed
Someone finds a way
Fire lite.                         KS

Underground

Damp, musty , rot
Silent tick of the rocking chair
Warm light weighs on my hair
Dull morning light through
A small crack in the wall
The shrill call of a blue jay
A truck, a siren
, a dull thud from the street
Morning openings
New seeds of fall

Centered

 Cantered in ease and joy
To rest in serenity is the way to be
Not hoping and jumping from tree to tree
Easy does it the world will survive,
Without me busying like a bee a hive
We are all on a journey the sun to share
Step easy ole friend the sea has your chair........Kathleen

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