I fell into the riverbed in desperate search of sleep.
The winter melt had long since gone (the waters were not deep)
Yet Autumn’s early frost had rimed the trickling river’s tears.
Engulfed in such as this all other thinking disappears.
It’s Friday, people, but Sunday’s comin’. Woke up in a haze, or a haz-mat suit made of twisted flannel sheets, …
She flits among the holly leaves,a tiny dappled short-winged wren;she sings with joy above the eaves,announcing hope throughout the glen. …
I saw poetry today flying calmly in the wind, rested on a toddler’s shoulder and with two precious hands he …
When tomorrow shines upon you as it will, be the light not blinding to your eye; may it guide you …
Everyone contributes here in his or her own way, as each is valued equally and has an equal say. Our …
Since death forgot to take me I’ll wile the earth away, And chase things that forsake me, And smile at …
Let the children awake to the touch of sun and shadow. Let them sense the nearness of honest-to-goodness healing, and …
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