Music plays as poetry slips from heart to paper still. How lovely the cadence of tango swirling words not limb. Sometimes I listen to love songs until - my pen dances.
Florida Summers
Floridian summers like chili pepper hot stew reminiscent of New York winters~ Sitting before a blazing fire blanketed against the blizzard raging outdoors a spoonful of stew and heat travels, circulates, penetrates till trickles of sweat hit my brow.
I've Learned
That nothing is every as terrible as it seems.
Puzzles
I worked on a puzzle today until my head hurt from too much color entering my brain till it overflowed with hues of red, yellow, green, and blue. Let others toil its complexity - Today, I need the simplicity of white.
Silent Thoughts
Distant voices sound from mountains high difficult to decipher words between the tall majestic hickory trees or the hooting owls or splashing geese. I sit, rocking on my porch listening as nature and man, speak.