White snow meets the water
sleeping naked branches reach out
Toward the golden sky.
As the sun retreats behind the front range,
Creek bubbles awake, never sleeps
Caressing moss, carrying leaves.
How thankful I am for this place
A quiet glowing respite.
It reminds me of the bounty around us.
I witness the slow geologic process of the creek
Pouring its love over the rocks.
I see the rocks splattered by water drops
from birds who visited only briefly,
to offer their songs over the gurgling water
enfolding me in echoes of peace and bounty.
Moonflowers Rise Wellness 