OREGON RETREAT MAY 2014

POETRY - I Wander

I Wander

I wander

what do I see.
A bee, feeding
on the lace of flowers.
An old tree
sharing food and shelter.

I see swallows

soaring through the morning
and evening skies.
Two stay behind
begin their beginning.
The sea kisses the shore
never tires of her.
The osprey, the wind
meet and dance.

The clouds

stroke the mountains.
I see the sun
and it watches me
as I wander.