of the simple things
of the simple things
with the finding of some joy
fire in the house
of the simple things
with the finding of some joy
fire in the house
overheard the gnomes
quietly plotting revenge
that time between sleep
filled with deception
are the souls of those tainted
spreading a sadness
morning's cornerstone
a place of tranquility
story telling birds
take a quiet breath
hold close that moment of peace
the oncoming storm
path of weariness
sat upon a lonely bench
a butterfly lands
a knock on the door
some pants worthy company
time for an egg cream
twinkle in the dark
from far across the ages
bathing in starlight
the stillness of dark
wrapped in its gentle embrace
dawn marks the new day
fragrance fills the air
when the roses are in bloom
simple days of spring