By Sharon Landstrom (me)
Thank you, April, for returning again.
Beauty is enough.
Your plethora of lively flowers and trees
Quiets my heart easily.
I know what I know.
The water is cool on my back as I listen
To the cadence of the waterfall.
The susurrus wind feels good.
It is the ripple of life on my skin.
For how long have I been sitting here?
Lost under the sun We are together,
Separated only be leisurely love.
Life in itself
Diaphanous sky, fresh sigh of light after a long winter.
It is enough that yearly, from the rain,
Comes crying out flowers, laughing eloquence with death.