July Clouds
โSome people feel the rain. Others just get wet.โ ~ Roger Miller itโs hot, it’s hotair rises likea morning songsummer itself delicious truthof an old stor...
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Now, I Shall Walk!
I think of a word simple and sacred. Yet nothing comes to mind in praise of slowness. For the restless mind with thoughts swirling like a gypsy skirt is stuck W...
A Seasonal Rhythm
Locust spins and sings its heart outbefore the wagtail takes its share.The squirrel climbs fast down a treestops and sniffs a baby rabbitnibbling tender twigs w...