Friday, August 9, 2019

Recent snippets...

A lonesome heron
wading in a lake of gold
a peaceful sunset


He awoke in a wildern wood
cool in the morning air
and wandered his way to warmth
and water
and reaching down into the stream
he touched the stars in the sky

There was more beneath
that Strawberry Moon
than mortal eyes could see

A hope
a dance
a dare
a pow'r
a rollicking jamboree


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