I flew in to be here

posted in: Poems 2

1. My stream of consciousness  I flew in to be here I was watering some flowers in the quiet morning When two little birds caught my eye on the empty feeders Looking for what’s left of what is usually full, … Read More

Mrs. McLeod

posted in: Musings 7

“If relative to the history of our planet, an individual life is short, a blink of an eye, as they say, then to be gorgeous, even from the day you’re born to the day you die, is to be gorgeous … Read More

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