Washed Away

Pitter-patter rain.

Walking, just me and the dog.

Briefly my heart stills.

Wheel of Time

Once I was the seed...

Flew, set roots in distant lands.

Now I am the tree.

Mirror Image

When your reflection

screams at you with raw fury,

something has to change.

Sometimes You'll Get It Wrong

When pulling out weeds,

some seedlings get trampled too.

Still, the garden grows.

Can't Do It All

When winter holds sway,

even the mighty oak slows -

waiting for spring growth.