Grace & Gratitude

Rusty willows whisp thru early breezes

As they greet the golden glow of the morning sun

Blanketed by peachy-pink and pale-yellow skies

Beneath illuminated rainbows

Thy heart radiates gratitude

Warmth and love

As thy child nurses at thy breast

Tears mirror rains

Gentle mid fall gifts

The calmness of thy neighbor’s horses

As they nourish upon the grasses

Life & beauty upon Mother Earths gardens

The birds chirp & sing

Niawen:kowa

I join in...

In the grace of creation.

- herbi m. francis-tatro