SHE SAUNTERS RIPE WITH THE SEASON

Originally posted on Rumi and the Shadow:
She, like moon with no undue pace but that of her slow wonder, wanders to where the brambles bend and maples bow in homage to their…

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“Dirty little secrets”

Dirty little secrets I watched the moon rise and the sun run away and I remember, ” You and I”. I was the dancing moon whispering words of love to you as we… Continue reading →

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Winter woes

Originally posted on Chris's Blog:
Seeking shelter beneath a leafless tree In this thrum of incessant rain With the day becoming darker than night Feeling marooned. The sky artist painting deepening grey…

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Black as the night

Black as the night   I watched her dance alone to the holy Jazz songs. Simmering words make her body move slow and easy to the songs. I know to keep my distance.… Continue reading →

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