The noisy birds Hide in gauzy layers Of morning mist Chatter among themselves Like gossiping neighbors Heady with the prospect Of coming rain The pattering down Sound Of dry soil Made thick Muddy Fertile The sudden softening Of hard winter twigs Finally able to Bend and give At last rounded and formed By wet clay […]
Flowers in the garden. Blossoms in the spring. The fragrance of the petals. The joy love can bring. A hesitant step as you stop to see, The beauty and life you’ve brought to be. Love is the sun that holds the key. Growing love like you’ve brought to me.