The Break of Day Caught by the morning sun Spanish moss Is dipped in spun gold and hanging from ancient oaks The gentle flapping of duck wings shaking off water Fleeting shadows of leaves carried by the wind Whispering words echoing in your mind as the day begins Gently and sensuously with its sights andContinue reading “The Break of Day”
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Senses of Summer
The scent of gardenias Floating on late afternoon air Sweetly fragrant and tender Nothing can compare Spanish Moss hanging in dreadlocks On the old Rastafarian Oak Summer warmed earth No need for a hooded cloak Monarchs fluttering here and there Squirrels flying from tree to tree Water trickling over rocks Babbling stream to the seaContinue reading “Senses of Summer”
Poetry For Healing 