| The Crocus | Just outside my window, in earth still cold from snow, The dainty little crocus lifts its head from far below. All winter long it slept ’midst winters chilling breeze, Heaped on top with ice, snow and frost, It longed to be set free... |
| "Have You Ever Seen An Angel?" | Have you ever seen an angel As you fly through clouds above, With wings of white, shimmering bright-- Like the many stars that light the night? |
| Contemplation | I love to walk the Morien sandbar each morn And look down toward Morien Bay-- To watch the sun peep over the horizon, At the start of another day. |
A thought provoking collection of poems by other authors |