Poetry Friday
From Blossoms From blossoms comesthis brown paper bag of peacheswe bought from the boyat the bend in the road where we turned toward signs painted Peaches. From laden boughs, from hands,from sweet fellowship in the… Continue reading
From Blossoms From blossoms comesthis brown paper bag of peacheswe bought from the boyat the bend in the road where we turned toward signs painted Peaches. From laden boughs, from hands,from sweet fellowship in the… Continue reading
The Song of Wandering Aengus I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread;… Continue reading
Continue My wish for youIs that you continueContinueTo be who and how you areTo astonish a mean worldWith your acts of kindnessContinueTo allow humor to lighten the burdenOf your tender heartContinueIn a society… Continue reading