Mountain Lake By Nancy Greenheart Rosy blush caresses the mountains. Then Sun above their up-curved rim. Pours his light upon the waters, Makes a dappled path of bright shimmers. Mist arises, excited by Sun’s first kiss. Energy abounds: birds sing morning melodies; The distant rooster crows; nearby cows graze; The flowers awaken; all colors
Ferris Wheel By Nancy Greenheart We came to Ajijic Fiesta again To see Rondallas Chapala, new friends of ours, Twelve young men sing and play their old refrains Melodically on acoustic guitars. When we arrived we learned the wait was 2 hours For their romantic Spanish ballads’ feel. So we had time to greet
The Path By Nancy Greenheart All things can be seen as reflections of Highest Knowledge. By the power of my will I choose how I see, on what do I focus, and how to clean the lens of my mind. Now this lifetime’s values seem outlived, as I awaken from a foggy dream. I
