Pick Your Dream to Slip Within

Good morning, the sun is warm to bathe in, the air is cool, the scent of coffee made by a neighbor drifts in the air and the bird calls are so quick, until one bird sings longer, more loudly, and complexly; the coffee aroma drifts near, drifts away, wind in the trees. My eyes are…… Continue reading Pick Your Dream to Slip Within

From Sky to Earth and Earth to Sky, So Little Difference

Afternoon moment of rest, I took out the poems of hers I’d written and read one; I saw then in the corner of my eye the place of the sky I faced had changed color. She placed a little blush there for me to find, and so I sent up a kiss. early afternoon *Excerpt…… Continue reading From Sky to Earth and Earth to Sky, So Little Difference