A pie slice of blue skyShows through the Hollow trunk of a treeSunlight brightening thePlaces whereWoodpeckers chiseled holes,Bees welded combs to fill with Sweet honey, Squirrels hid nutsAnd slept through snowy weatherCurled in cozy darkness.
White Rose Swirl
In the soft light Of morningA rose bud unfurls,Uncurls,Untwirls,Into swirls Of soft vanilla satin.
Door
Don't be afraidTo turn the keyTwist the knob and push inside.Don't be afraid To take a step Open the door, open it wide.