Thursday, November 13, 2014

Jetlagged Wanderings

Water gathers frozen on the sidewalk; but I'm warm.
Flowers flatter fifty thousand faces that ignore
the whispered secret
longings leaking from each bud
they drip with honey sweetness,
and colors burst from dirt and sun
and burly men show meekness,
and all the world will walk on by
and rushing fail to breathe
the blissful fleeting moment: . This . Be .

1 comment:

  1. Love this, and you...glad you are safe, healthy, happy, loved :0)