I have answers at the beginning, of spring
as breezes lift my thoughts
as breezes lift my thoughts
restless with birdsong vicariously, leaving
imprints of desire in the air
and shy things are whispering, in the hedge
questions lost in their play
enclosed in the diamond of my legs, a book
for me to read now and again
while refrains fold and fade to close, I learn
to love myself, with your mind
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Pic: Eastbound along the Red Cedar on the new bike path. Big A in the distance. I simply had to stop to take a picture of those fluffy clouds in the open, blue sky. How beautiful is the every day, ordinary world..
Pic: Eastbound along the Red Cedar on the new bike path. Big A in the distance. I simply had to stop to take a picture of those fluffy clouds in the open, blue sky. How beautiful is the every day, ordinary world..
4 comments:
Nice.
I watch a British comedy panel show called Taskmasters. Comedians have to do silly tasks. One of the comedians brought in a subscription to the Cloud Appreciation Society for one his tasks and he was mocked greatly for it. Whenever we see fluffy white clouds on a blue background, my husband and I suggest we should take a photo for the Cloud Appreciation Society. (I, for my part, feel that this particular comedian was not given enough support for his love of clouds.)
Thanks, Gillian.
Engie--I would subscribe to the Cloud Appreciation Society for sure. Thank you for that whimsical tidbit!
I like the last two lines.
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