A Poem that Sings and A Song with Many Folds and Depths

The sound of falling rain had me realize right then that I hadn’t heard rain in awhile; I listened, made a cup of tea, tapped away the steeped leaves on the wide flat spoon that had been gathered from the teapot afterwards, as the tea bell sounded a second, and it was ready. I took…… Continue reading A Poem that Sings and A Song with Many Folds and Depths