Love the trees
…for who they are
Love the flowers
…for they set us free
Love the birds nesting in treetops
…for they teach us to find home
in the higher part of ourselves
Love the sunset
…for reminding us life is a gift
we must give back
to keep it going
Kindness in all things–
toward the sunrise, sunset
Even enemies
Tops of trees, naked
No waiting, in the moment
Blue heron appears
her mom’s very old
she calls her
hoping the guilt will die
not her mother
the sun rises without reason in one moment
and sets without remorse in the next
sooner or later we all end
as suddenly as we began
night fall, loon’s last call
…lone star on the horizon
……the world fills with dreams
blank page, here and now
…life writes itself upon us
……no reason to fear
ego mind wanders
…llost forever in the maze
……a new day begins
Seems so foreign to me
Another country, maybe
Some strange place
Where we wait
For the nightmare to end
Always hoping–to find ourselves
In some gentler place
Where wretched memories pale to laughter
Where the years ahead
Outnumber those behind us
icy tree fingers, originally uploaded by Don Iannone.
fingering branches
pointing in all directions
tree reaching for spring
diamond chandelier, originally uploaded by Don Iannone.
freezing rain last night
diamonds painted on the oak
sun-lit chandelier
Poetic Alchemist 