In this hate filled World,
That we live in.
Is offset with a kindness,
That comes from within.
The act of caring for
A stray dog or cat,
Tells me of the love
For animals,
Is where it's at.

It's a strange World we live in,
Full of truths and of some lies,
That may appear quite different
When seen through another's eyes.

A World of great frustration
Or of a lover's sighs.
No matter, what your thought,
We all must now realize,
We are all quite different,
But it should not be a surprise,
That we are all the same
When seen through our God's eyes.

The beauties were dug from a package of Perennial seeds, after they
bloomed. I dug out the root and dredging in hormone powder and potting.
Now I will transfer to a spot in the garden.

A golden glow.
A low refrain.
A moonless night,
with no rain.
Away we go
to see the Sunrise,
one day more.
Red this morning.
Not a good sign,
for a storm is coming.
A weather change,
of good or bad,
said with disdain.
These words, senseless,
without reason,
when thinking about
the Winter season.