A picture is a poem without words.

Horace

When clouds darken your hoorah, remember redeeming rains soon will convey a spiritual sprinkling of love sent your way ~

~Suzanne Simonovich

Where are you, I am here ~ in the still of the dark you come feeding me with your candles and incense ~ Our hour is now, come, let us make shadows on the wall, and know we belong ~

~Suzanne Simonovich

The colors of life we love them all! The morning sun on a forest floor ~ splashing water as it falls, the silent blue of skies above ~ shades of affection for those we love ~

~Suzanne Simonovich

When Nat King Cole sings Autumn Leaves, nostalgia beckons me ~ when he requests a Smile in his song, it warms me better than a cup of chamomile tea ~

~Suzanne Simonovich

They sipped on water and ate bread from a hat ~ as the seasons went by they flew from limb to limb chirping of this and that ~ and in no time they became friends ~

~Suzanne Simonovich

After the nighttime silence faded

She felt the soft breeze that lingered from the night

And the smell of the sun warming the earth, melting the glaze of morning dew

~Stacy M. Lugo

Her righteousness shines ~ she delights in the light that feeds her soul, spirits know her haloed name ~ she is the promise at first dawn ~

~Suzanne Simonovich

A harvest moon takes place as the autumn equinox shows her face ~energy is high, our creativity grows, when orange brilliance lights the sky ~

~Suzanne Simonovich

Quickly they twirled and spun around

Each turning and laughing unashamed

For they were youthful and completely untamed

~Stacy M. Lugo