Tossed Waters.

Tossed Waters.

Most feathered friends have taken off in flocks heading south by now. I read this poem and thought of them…wish I were in their feathers right about now, weary, tender and happy to be soaring with friends sans regrets to … Continue reading

Spirited One.

Let’s gather our strength of spirit…it’s what they fear the most. Forgive me if I’ve expressed this before, if I have it’s worth a repeat. It takes a few groggy minutes to wake, but when fully awakened this child’s spirit … Continue reading

Grey Morning Skies

Grey Morning Skies

Grey morning skies and the clouds are simpering. Stay with the spirit rightly found, into the day and the clatter of the war we wage abound. For when night falls, a kingdom awakens. Fall into the night sky with spirit … Continue reading

Some days

Some days

your feet are not planted on the ground; some days they dangle in mid-air without the encumbered responsibility of transporting you from one place to another. Ahhh…the swing, an invention we take for granted, if only we had access to … Continue reading