Angels wing their way to
Pick some stars to
Place in jars to
Light the dusky summer
Evenings when the
Purple shadows first
Intrude upon the day's
Existence.

Sometimes the simplest
Things
Evoke a
World of wonder in the heart.

Birds and butterflies
In among the honeysuckle vines are
Singing and soaring and bringing
Color and song
Unique to creatures of the air.
Irridescent wings and high sweet notes
Thrill the heart and give the
Spirit wings to soar.

Bid the day farewell...the last
Red rays of the sun are fading
On the horizon and tinting the
Clouds resting on the mountaintops
Crimson with their light.
Over in the valley,
Long shadows are leaning
Into night.

Pegasus takes wing and soars
Above the dark and
Silent, sleeping
Tor which once so proudly bore the
Altars of Avalon.

Ys, the land once called
Atlantis, now lies deep within the
Misty depths,
Shrouded by the sea.

Household magic lives in
Ordinary
Things.
Dirty dishes disappear;
Old silver gleams.
Glassware sparkles like
Sunlight on a rippling stream.