Lazy winter rain …

winter mist fills the morning sky; a quilt held upon the still world, skims the head of swaying trees, falls on new leaves as silver dew, such a refreshing sight to view; its scentless scent enchants me, in a heap I lie, only awake partly, as these endless flecks of mist cloud my clear window … Read moreLazy winter rain …

Birth of a poem …

I feel lazy right now; I want to write, yes, yet I don’t want to, like I need to hide, from words I spied that intrigued me, yet it’s in the words I can breathe free, I can be that me, I always want to be. I know for certain, marriage happens each time I … Read moreBirth of a poem …