in the land of fuzzy does

if the land of fuzzy does
whatever is, is
and whatever was,
was.

vee

do we walk along carefully
when at heart we are carefree
perhaps it is in this cautious way
that we can find some joy each day.

namaste

namaste,
love and light
peace filled days
and blissful
nights

can

with love at heart
can our souls and spirits
meet
at this corner
of a pretty
place.

the little girl and the urn

inside her fairy tales she dwelled in misty
trees and revery.
the comfort that she took with her
without within she needed.
the smoke a hazy gentle veil
in soft
dreamstate surrounding,
from the world outside,
a place to hide.

gossamer

the gossamer complexity
of emotional trajectory
among the endlessness
a safe, warm space
i guess.

the crisp

the crisp against the sky so blue.
what joy sweet nature can
bring to you