Above the green a fair sky graced the evening with lavender clouds. Laced with soft hues of pink and purple against the blue. A poet went sailing as quiet as a cat on the prowl in words, the ridge and woods.
Poetry is best spoken quiet and near the light for all to see.
As ever be well, Stephen Craig Rowe
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Above The Green by Stephen Craig Rowe
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Dear Stephen,
It was so lovely to remember about you.
Michiko
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