By: Linda M Crate

there is such a peace
in falling rain
such a music
that no human voice
can dance through me,
and such a joy
i’ve never felt when in the sunlit
rivulets full of idle conversation;
some of my happiest
moments
i have found myself in some
moment forgotten by
the world
i don’t need a thousand people worth pennies in
my life, i look for all those diamonds
and rubies that help make me
shine—
those who encourage my dreams
instead of trying to distract or steal them from me,
and trees have always encouraged me to
grow taller and flowers to bloom
wolves to keep running and
to bite if i have to and to bark when i need help;
doves have taught me kindness
and the wings of grace.