Spring Poems to Meditate upon

a wet bee

bobs along ~

the flowering thyme

a wind


the rain


sails inside

the mossy crack


in all directions

a measured performance

listen ~

the rain

is about to fade

young plum tree

flushed cheeks

roots run deep

Yogems = Yoga + Poems :)

slug with a mission

do you prefer

mushrooms iced?!

brown all around

but sacred cedar

a fragrant reminder

shedding outworn armour

habitual hell

yoga cools


could be snow

in the low light of dawn