In the morning light the sun begins to rise
Inside the greenhouse where the beauty lies
Climbing like a sweet pea reaching for the sky
With every step you take your spirit flies.
Over garden ladders see a world unfold
Through the elephant hedge the flowers
are taking Ganesha in a festival of colour.
Blooms of every shade a story to be told
An ashram of light in an Indian summer.
I'm there in spirit, love, though not in plain sight.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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