Tree Meditation

Zen

In the cradle of a tree,

I sit.

One blossom at a time,

I breathe.

Jackhammer,

Woodpecker,

Barking dog,

Cardinal song.

All things are possible.

All things connect.

All creation begins,

Here now,

and there then.

~Julee V.

4/15/13

Spring Bends

Spring Bends where Winter Breaks.

Brittle and crooked you laid in wait.

For this return to color,

to lush, rounded shapes.

On hard edges and floors

Your shutters closed.

You wait no more.

Winter freeze and summer breeze

You wait no more.

Puppies prance and children play

You wait no more.

Its the Way of Nature,

And the Nature of Change.

All that it breaks,

Shaping All,

It Creates.

And you wait no more.

~JV April, 2013

For Joan Scoldy, RIP.