Oft unseen

Why is it when it rains, the sky

Feels as if it embraces?

Why is it when the sun goes down

We see such heav’nly faces?

Why is it that the beauty lies

In shadows under trees?

Where dappled light and whistling air

Dance light amid the breeze?

For all is neither light nor dark

All exists in between

And life’s true wonder hides amidst

That which is oft unseen

But a part

All beauty of the earth resounds
In songs both wild and free
But learn we must: though it abounds,
Its bounty’s not for me
The trees do whistle, bend, and creak
The birds cry loud and high
And though to hear them we may seek
They’re not for you and I

The earth is its own
And we but a part

Sonnet 14 – Ten things

And once with furrowed brow you asked of me,
What was it made me fall in love with thee?

For one, it was the starlight in your eyes;
For two, it was the moonbeams in your hair;
For three, your copper skin in the sunrise;
(Of course what first I saw was: you are fair!)

For four, it was the music in your laugh;
For five, the way you woke my thoughtful side;
For six, you were at once my better half;
For sev’n, the way you made me smile so wide;

For eight, I felt at once alive and true;
For nine, we saw above us the same sky;
For ten, as ne’er before, with you I knew
That in this life some walk, but we would fly.

Someday I know I’ll think of more to say;
I hope these truths suffice for thee today.