WAITING

Hands are turned up,

Feeling the change in the air.

Waiting for the rain.

Needed Rain

Thoughtful and quiet,

The expectant land does wait.

Then – joyful tears - rain !




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We have been blessed with a few sprinkles of much needed rain - for which we are grateful
and rain beyond mere sprinkles expected tomorrow ! ! ! 

Home of the Forest Dweller / Foggy Morning

The Padre’s Olive trees

Foggy morning, quiet peace.

On day’s precipice.

GREY FOX

Grey Fox walks the land.

Her breath smokie as her fur.

Bright moon bathed peace.

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In the land of The Olive Tree Forest Dwellers there is a sweet grey fox who lives on our land.  She passes by now and again – quietly carrying peace in her stride.  She is at home here and we welcome her – though perhaps she is the one who welcomes us, as her people have probably been here much longer than the two leggeds. 

The Good Pack

Benevolent Alpha-

Happy dogs sleeping as pack.

Sharing sacred breath.

MORNING

Herald to the day:

A bird song chorus, and then

 A bell rings clearly.

JANUARY 1

A New Year comes in -

Riding on the peaceful breath.

And so, now we start.