‘01 Inde. plus one

To the routine meeting?

Or walk with Kay and Jean?

Meetings can wait – life won’t.


Lonely among gardens,

planned beauty all around –

inner beauties ARE here!


Hand-carved landscaped gardens –

careful crafted art works,

God’s outworld the real art.


Swaying wooden bog trail

nature’s palate pulsates

skipping heartbeats feel right. 


Twilight wisping mares’ tails

orange full moon and Mars;

misting eyes, miss her – still.


Mares’ tails presage rain soon

damping this day’s Eden – 

tears and fears and horrors