A deer pauses, temple-still, its velvet antlers haloed bright; a breeze rehearses ancient psalms, and leaves applaud with filtered light.
In that cathedral, earth and sky conspire to bless her passing year; each heartbeat is a psalm of green, each smile the sacrament of cheer. Holy Nature Paula Birthday
The oak leans close and tells its ledger: rings of years, of storms endured; she lays a hand upon its heart— the world receives what she’s secured. A deer pauses, temple-still, its velvet antlers haloed
Friends arrive—fox, and crow, and child— their laughter peals like chapel bells; they stitch a garland for her hair, and stories bloom in joyous swells. Friends arrive—fox, and crow, and child— their laughter
Sunrays spill like consecration, golden incense on fern and stone; wildflowers crown the narrow path— violet, marigold, and bone-white alone.
In a hush of dawn the forest wakes, light braided through cathedral leaves; soft hymns of robins stitch the air, and every blade of grass believes.
