Daily Archives: January 1, 2014
Sing me something I can use, Love. Some thrum-strummed strand of wow. Shimmer-sway the words to say; whisper then, whim to breeze. You’ve held up this sky long enough. Bend low now, and speak soft to me. ….
….. I am casting all these cares to sky, trading worries and wallows for wonder-filled sigh. Keep the rest, see, here’s the thing: I only, always want to sing. … … “I’ll be the poet who sings your … Continue reading
pine breeze sunshine on my face absorbing grace ……..#smallstones