Feathered Quill

Feathered quill with which to write,

dainty brush to paint the scene,

fairy broom, a floor’s delight,

fancy headdress for a queen.

Lingering seed tufts, hangers-on

upon the stalk of summer’s birth;

first to greet pale winter’s dawn,

first to welcome snow to earth.

Walk in the Shade of the Wood

If you can’t see the trees for the forest,

then walk in the shade of the wood;

it is there that your heart softly lingers

when you feel that you’re misunderstood.

Breathe  pine-scented breaths while the lichen

caresses the trail at your feet;

there God’s song of welcome entices,

where breezes and bird chorus meet.