new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Syllable by syllable, line by line, delicate goat-foot in the demure buttercups, slowness moving at the speed of a suddenly breaking day's light... and the whole bay of creation opening before us.A gift.
Open flowers are holding fast in this head.TC's right. A gift.
Thanks, you two. (Oh and about that "gift"--almost as precious as having friends who appreciate it.)
Syllable by syllable, line by line, delicate goat-foot in the demure buttercups, slowness moving at the speed of a suddenly breaking day's light... and the whole bay of creation opening before us.
ReplyDeleteA gift.
Open flowers are holding fast in this head.
ReplyDeleteTC's right. A gift.
Thanks, you two.
ReplyDelete(Oh and about that "gift"--almost as precious as having friends who appreciate it.)