Making Flowers Grow

Your light wanted to lift
My tears to Heaven, one at the time,
But my grief was not ready to leave
And became rain instead,
Giving its lessons back to earth
And making flowers grow
And shallow lakes deepen.


The Sun has risen

The sun has risen
With a waggling tail
Of red and honey hues.
A day has come with a Spring
In its step,
And a sea to bring my dreams
To you.