Old things are more beautiful
than many things brand new
Because they bring fond memories
of things we used to do.
Old photographs in albums,
love letters tied with lace
Recapture those old feelings
that new ones can't replace.
Baby shoes, a Teddy bear,
a ring that grandma wore,
Are treasures waiting there behind
a door marked "Nevermore".
Old things are more beautiful,
more precious day-by-day.
Because they are the flowers
we planted yesterday.
Full moon woven on a piece of Japanese woven paper
A cover for a Journal
This is for the on-line class I will take on February
The Teacher Victoria Payne
Whatever she plants it grows rapidly.
Her soft magical fingers devote for a green house.
He was mesmerized to her sing-song while she was in the fields.
Though he passes several times on her premises
He is not so lucky to touch her transparent fingers.
Already a young vegetarian has joined her green revolution.
But once in a way he peeps to buy fresh vegetables.
Then he touches her finger tips.
He lived in his illusion half of the journey.
When all living things I comtemplate,
your sun and stars, your galaxies,
like a flickering candle flame
my soul is overcome,
and just as the moon can only shine
by reflection of its sun, so is my being,
only to wane into the unseen,
until it stands
before + thee
A brand new year!
A clean slate on which to write
our hopes and dreams.
Less time and energy on things;
More time and energy on people.
All of life’s best rewards,
deepest and finest feelings,
come from people--
people like you.