The clouds drift by In the hot clear skyA shade of pale white blue.Reflected in a potter's jarWho brought his clay from the river farAway and stained it fire red.The jar, a fountain bubbling cool,Breaks the potter's holding ruleInstead spouts drink for roses pink.
Rippled reflectionRocky projectionSunlit confectionWatery perfection
Graceful dogwoodEach of four petals scared with red like the cross of Jesus. How can the sky be such a perfect blue? Dogwood flowers like waxen crosses. Centered with a green crownPrecious heart shaped petals whiter than snow and speaking God's love at Easter.