clouds and sky

clouds and sky
spruce tree branches still
reading poems
that offer hope
and rest

small flowers

small flowers
close to the ground
many ways to grow

sometimes
many years
are needed
to write a poem
in a few minutes

good to create
when we can
sometimes more
sometimes less
every year different

writing and reading
I don’t see the dust . . .
then seeing I remember

and know He does not forget

and understands with Love

For he knoweth our frame;
he remembereth we are dust.

Psalm 103: 14 (KJV)

for as long
as I can remember
verses from the Psalms