Newborn heard in quiet fields a mother giving birth, baby cries dew wets flowers trees dark morning earth.. sun is breaking streaming making rainbow skies.. true beauty touches me felt ways known old and wise..
Doe and fawns grazing drink from a blue green brook.. buck watch craggy cliff rocks a chessboard corner rook.. loves what he is guarding.. guarding what he loves.. no confusion there.. majestic he guards from above..
Flowing like the stream to mountain lake river to sea.. full open and true.. heartbeat strong..
song comes to me..
‘warming need in gentle evening go to gather wood.. fire safe and warm.. my love and I.. soon passion will overtake us it is understood.. our love is true as a babies cry.. take me sunshine brighten all.. wash me gentle rain.. we shall dine this summer.. until autumn calls.. smell of flowers.. rich earth.. not a thought for pain.. girl tells me her story in poem a lover’s stain‘
Lap of gentle waters heard tripping under sail.. easy morning gulls heard in the calm, no ocean gale.. little trues of mother nature a love episode.. walking forest trails or driving country roads..
When there is just another to know.. to learn of and love.. to stay or go.. it is a truth with a warm feel to it.. I desire that warm feeling.. I wish it true for any and all.. for those warm and secure.. pass that warmth and security.. Peace Tony