Angels Of Heaven

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Doves wings flapping in the pines

so many

that you would think the angels of heaven

had come home to roost


Only Time Will Tell

Only time will tell

How long I’ve awaited

This longed-for gift

Before you were born

When I began my longing

The Endless years

Of searching for you

How would I know

That you would appear


That when I stopped looking

The gift would be given

How long I’ve awaited

To tell you I love you

Only time will tell


Before the Fire

All the beauty that surrounds us is there to see
the sky blue filled with clouds
that look as if a down pillow had been ripped open
spreading the feathers across the sky
the yellow brown and tan of Summer’s amber grass
and the trees the different shades of Mediterranean olive
the Scrub Oak, Bay Laurel, Gray Pines and Manzanita
all patchworked upon the purple mauve mountains
this beautiful, bountiful, California Plein Air painting
beginning to be framed by the mushroom cloud plume of today’s wildfire