Butterfly Dreams

In our slumber, We shed the chrysalis. Our dreams rise As dawn’s light From the wellspring Of our hearts. Tender, young, transitory visions Lapsing into morning sun As though the breeze Carries them away Before we capture the drift Of these souls’ stories, Gliding away in colors Cast in sacred shapes and designs.   ©... Continue Reading →


Joy Find that spot In the sun To raise your heart And dance as though Spring were forever. In joy, you are rooted.   ©2018 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com image: pinterest  

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