
The dew was still on the leaves,
And Into my sight You flew.
The gifts of transformation are all around us, always.
Receive them with Grace.

The dew was still on the leaves,
And Into my sight You flew.
The gifts of transformation are all around us, always.
Receive them with Grace.
He chooses mine!
It may be hard to paint with a cat in your lap,
But it is easy to Love.
Arrived in a cup….
But couldn’t fool the bees.
.
She sat in her basket and buzzed.
.
Each autumn, the artist turns her attention to the treasures of the seasons,
the painting of chrysanthemums,
The baking of pumpkins,
The walking of dogs thru falling leaves,
The community of friends.
Let us not be fooled, all Love matters.
And everywhere I go…..
But,
Even though I know you are always watching…..

When I sit on the porcelain chair,
Even though I know You’re there…
You may NOT sit in my lap.
The grasses rustle…
I can not see who is there…
Is it You?
.
Dogs, and cats, and lizards, and frogs,
The smallest flying bugs,
All answer,
Yes!