Photography & Writing Copyrighted By Suzanne J. Fernald
Steady As We Cross
There
sitting next to the stone
Blades of
grass grow around
Gurgling
flow
A stream
Rays of sun
filter in clouds scattered
“Step
Lightly,” she whispered.
Come and See
Steady as we
cross
To the other
side.
How the sun
dances upon the water
Colors of
whites and blues
“Take my
hand, its steep at this point.”
“Here we
are, step up.”
See the
Splendor
It’s a New
Life
anticipating your arrival.