waiting for the bell
just a rehearsal but still
the heart starts to race
waiting for the bell
just a rehearsal but still
the heart starts to race
blushing madly
red skies in the west
across the pond
the latest news
a cold wind blowing in
from the east
growing old
seasons are changing
more frequently
wild garlic flowers
wait amongst my paintbrushes
portrait of summer
five-petalled flowers
pressed between two days in spring
remember that day
the flowers we pressed
memories of summers past
hold their radiance
an old diary
a scattering of petals
between its pages
tiny green aphid
stumbling over my arm hairs
here’s a blade of grass
this lingering fog
where birds huddle together
heads beneath their wings
I dream so I write ..
“Wings are an illusive notion. Some may possess them, but they are not very visible, and as for me, there isn’t the least sign of a feather.” -Amy Carmichael
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