Poem, Sun resting her gentle countenance

To my dear Heart,

And I sit here in gratitude

And I hear your soft whispers
In the sun resting her gentle countenance in

the white layers of frosty meadows

Reflecting the lightness of your love filled immersion

And I feel your Aliveness

In my burning Heart

And I sense your gentle touch
In the tall grass slowly dancing

To the rhythm of your quiet breath

And I hear your peacefully calling Inside

And I respond to your silent invitation

Softly, gently

Heartening
Heart opening
I bow down to your wise wisdom

Your amazing graze

Your deep and endless embrace

Your loving and gentle graze

Your soft and tender Face

Speechless I stand in gratitude
In solitude I bow down to you

And thank you deeply for the
Precious gift you have given me

This precious gift of Life

I carry a Gift in my Heart

A gift to share and impart

A gift to love forward

And inward and upward

Delightful grace

/Anders Branderud, November 2015 (Poem and photo)