Consonance in W
white sweep
wood gate
across the quiet field
two white owls glide
toward the woods
fresh wet grass
water color sky washed
first whispering of old poem
outlined by quiet
I have made a commitment to three things: finding time for Blue Space (beach, sky), Green Space (earth, woods), and the responses I have to poets & writers. I seek to discover the art of being.
It is Thursday, and my first thought is Why is the summer going so fast? My second is How will I ever get everything accomplished I need to...
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