A beat comes to earth,
With a soft rhythm or two...
They say that you cannot explain
colors to a blind man, but I'd...
With a delicate touch of her smooth finger
running water becomes crystal memories...
You were old.
I could tell by scars and...
On summer nights with dusk near nigh
as twilight bathes a yawning sky...
The quiet beauty
of trees laden with snowfall...
Lingering aroma-
fragrance in your touch...
~~~
All through the woods and twixt the brooks...
Intoxicated in flutter
while dancing with winds...
Delicate strands of life she weaves
symmetrical shape of beauty deceives...
12/04/2017
Friday night...
Fluttering
Butterflies...