I need the rivers, lakes and ocean the same as I need air to breathe. It is my religion and faith.
The moon rises as the light fades into darkness, casting shadows and fears of our lurking hidden childhood monsters
Ears twitch at each sound
Nose points up
Smells all around
“Who is that old man in the mirror?” dad asked as he looked up with a crooked half smile.
Come blow your horn
…Everyday I see him I say “I love you” because tomorrow is always uncertain.
Tenderness cradles the fragile
Breath so sweet with breast
The smokey Mountains are beautiful.
Even on the worst days there are the best moments.
I sucked up a lemon seed through my straw while drinking iced tea and dropped it into soil with some fertilizer…boom-eight weeks later I have a lemon tree.