The complexity of a Seasons change Is simplicity to Nature’s ways As the northern wind holds strong a seasonal game of tug of war begins
Tag: poetry reading
Busy Bee…
You have always been a busy bee, I heard my Auntie say, under the Olive Tree one day. She was a woman that never left the square she made back in ’63. A few acres is all she needed. I guess.... My Auntie lived life in a matchbox tucked away in the plots she read… Continue reading Busy Bee…
Serenade
From a single point in time on a corner south of pine I sit and watch the sparrows play
