|angel's mow line path|
|mesquite tree and it's vanity mirror|
"Bounty within, be true.
Reaching the dreamland, regardless
are beauty and discoveries available.
In moments, live wholly.
the real words, stories, dreams
are stones on the path under foot."
trekking miles beyond, I'm hunting.
Authenticity is my prey;
closed eyes, heart thumping.
When weapon is the written word
moon, you do not have escape!
I'll capture you with ink and fiber
to watch you until night break."
|Favorite Poem I read that morning by Christina Rossetti. |
It moved me to strengthening tears.
The mason is time, the activity rhyme
and peace is minister.
The sun spotlights leaf in Act One
the lines adlib, nature's participant forgives
the audiences' attention undone. "