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…
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…
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
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…
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