brightness of this morn-
collecting seeds that didn’t grow
I’m awed by stillness
~
touched by a warmth-
all these colors seem at awe
of the heat-giver
.
For Carpe Diem # 435.
brightness of this morn-
collecting seeds that didn’t grow
I’m awed by stillness
~
touched by a warmth-
all these colors seem at awe
of the heat-giver
.
For Carpe Diem # 435.
alms for my heart-
the sight of sun at dusk
bathing in crimson
~
words strewn air
oblivious to the world-
a red-beaked parrot
~
skin tingled lilac
hair ruffled by a spring wind
silence in my smile
.
ForĀ Carpe Diem # 417.