blurrrrsday again, and the be
-fuddlement continues.
we know not what
these hours might hold,
nor how we shall knit
them together to
make a quilt
of promise.
but still we don
our brightest tutus
and most audacious
………………..clouds,
as the dance of sleepy
sun and floating moon
reminds us
we go on.
.
i
in april, we wee dragons poem.
Whimsygizmo's Blog 
wee dragon? nay. you are a great and mighty Dragon! there is fire in your words!
“but still we don
our brightest tutus
and most audacious
………………..clouds“
❤
Knew you would. Picturing us doing just that. ❤
Pingback: What are Dragons for? – erbiage
Maybe dragons are the “unknown unknowns”.
De, this is the most adorable poem I’ve read today. I love it. My poem of the week, lol.
Hard not to smile and dance while wearing a tutu…