On eve of solstice there is a heat in the air. A more than warm breeze. Recall poetry past
then write new words as they fall on the page in light and folds of the rose. There in a
moments bless green surges to twilight waiting for rain with one hand in the earth and one
hand in the stars. Wearing night like a crown she drapes my time around her. As ever be well
2 comments:
Hi Stephen, Nice to see a post from you and know you are still among the living. :-) Quite a bit of activity going on in E. Peoria right now. I can't wait for the new Cosko and Target to be built.
Dear Stephen , I pray this finds you well.. I will be off the grid for sometime now.. just wanted to say goodbye.. its been a blessing crossing your path in this life.. I pray that you will always be blessed.. stay safe dear friend.. much love and soft hugs always.. ~Hope
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