believeth not these earthly veils
knolls of flowery hope
over run with ivy's intimidation
mist she paints fog
a merry frame of flawless sunlight
while the hills trust not the wintery shade
that dazzles their new tender foliage
with promises of reprieve
mossy carpets separate
the invaders feet from soil so warm
and embracing
the dawn has prepared her tea of dew
such gentle repose as this
pure refreshment
upon the soul of the tireless seeker
rain forests
are but gardens slowly removed
from God's own backyard............
(written July 17, 2002 8pm)