Come
Be still
Sit
Listen and hear
the call of summer’s light dancing.
Spring Stills
When all the clatter and chatter subsides….
When everything stills and quiets…
I find myself free to walk among my own silent reflection.
Silent Space
Never a question. Always a promise.
Still - I hold tight to that magical wish….this dream….this vision.
Winter.
That silent space in this in between.
What was…and what is yet to be.