rusty old relicpushed from the hand
to the heart
duos of life
dawn to dusk
Winter to Spring
they sing in harmony
an adagio to the sweet pea
a pastoral to the rain
in a symphony of
dancing droplets
I see a reflection
in these pools of solitude
the songs of stormy nights
and the silent wings
of the day light
illuminating
bits of earth
and promise
in my secret storm
a rusty old bucket
worthy still
rambles on
dutifully
celebrating
life and singularity
once in a blue moon
s.wilson
I just love that term, it has such a mystic voice to it...once in a blue moon...conjures up all kinds of mystic moods, huh...
Anyway, our waiting is over here in the Midwest, the blossoms are budding, gardens are being groomed, grass is about to be mowed and tornado season is upon us...it's always something isn't it, nobody said it would be easy, so let's just enjoy it why we have it...6 long, glorious months of warm weather...oh what shall we do...
Well for one, we can head on down under to Australia where hopefully Tracie is back online and able to join us in HER MEME...we miss you girl!!!
Anyway, our waiting is over here in the Midwest, the blossoms are budding, gardens are being groomed, grass is about to be mowed and tornado season is upon us...it's always something isn't it, nobody said it would be easy, so let's just enjoy it why we have it...6 long, glorious months of warm weather...oh what shall we do...
Well for one, we can head on down under to Australia where hopefully Tracie is back online and able to join us in HER MEME...we miss you girl!!!
