That which we gather in the garden of delight is the fruit of our labor. What seeds are you planting in your soul this spring?

He talked and talked and talked, without ever uttering a word from his lips. with his eye upon me, I felt what he said.

At last my bedroom window is open, the air is warmer and soothes. Red tile roofs, and mountains in the distance… is one of the views I have; the other view if of drain pipes, my neighbor’s laundry and disasters…

catching the light holding it reflecting fire flames burn crystal clear you have rendered me speechless, causing my heart to sing A poem for Thursday

  Being one of the oldest glasses in the house, I thought I should say a few things. First, I am proud of Black Pepper for pouring out his soul and seeking his true soul mate. We merit happiness in…