oh joy a promise,
sunshine to warm winter toes
two days, more or less
oh joy a promise,
sunshine to warm winter toes
two days, more or less
that deep-throated kiss
blushing pink flowers aquiver
excited bees buzz
dreaming of writing
elusive stories etched on
the eyelids of sleep
birds are hunkered down
in a newly budded tree
a morning shower
every keystroke
marks a beat a measured stroke
a binding minute
an operative
under constant surveillance
a chained dog barking
that queezy feeling
sun flashing through trees at speed
a schedule too full
speeding cars passing
physical destinations
face to face meetings
my tongue worrying
a broken tooth, sharp edges
dark fearful spaces
morning sharply bright
a wickedly playful wind
dark clouds scurry by
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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