IN THE NICK OF TIME...
THE DAFFODIL AND TULIP BULBS ARE PLANTED, IN THE COOL FALL AIR ..OTTERS COME UP CLOSE TO SEE WHATS GOING ON HERE ON THIS HIGH TIDE???FLOWERS NOT FISH I SAY...WITH THE RAINS ON THE WAY..
THE RAINS THAT POUND SO HARD ON THE TIN ROOF THAT YA CANT HEAR YOURSELF YELL SO YOU TURN IT INTO A MANTRA LIKE WAVES CRASHING ON THE BEACH BIG ROLLERS CHURNING.
ITS A SOUP DAY , AS I LOOK OUT THE WINDOW AND REALIZE THE SNOW IS DOWN TO THE TREE LINE , WELL NO WONDER I THINK HOT TEA SOUNDS GOOD JUST ABOUT NOW.
I FEEL LIKE THE WHITE RABBIT IN ALICE AND WONDERLAND I AM LATE I AM LATE..TO MANY UNDONE GET READY FOR WINTER CHORES...BUT I WILL SURVIVE MAYBE NOT VERY COMFY , BUT I PLANTED SPRING BULBS SO I WILL SEE A MONET OF FLOWERS NEXT SPRING, AND MY HEART WILL SMILE
About Me
- ravenmoon
- I HAVE PICKED FISH IN THE HOT SUMMER SUN, CARRESSED MY CHILDREN, KNEADED BREAD, HAMMERED NAILS.I HAVE A SENSOUS TOUCH TO A CHOSEN FEW.FAITHFUL IN THE END TO MY OWN SOUL.I'VE BLOOMED THE CROCOUS BREAKING THROUGH THE SNOW.I HAVE TASTED THE FRUIT OF MACHU PICHU, SEEN THE FULL MOON RISE OVER THE RUINS OF OXACCA,SEEN THE GOLDEN BUDDAHS OF ASIA.COMMERICAL FISHED,DELIVERD SAILBOATS BEEN TO ALMOST EVERY CONTINENT.LOVE TATTOOS GETTING THEM ,LOOKING AT OTHERS AND CONSIDER THEM A FORM OF ART USING OUR BODY AS A CANVAS. CONSIDERED A PIRATE BY A FEW A POET BY OTHERS A GYPSIE BY MORE THAN ONE. I ENJOY WORSHIPING AT THE TEMPLE OF ART,AND MOTHER NATURES SEASONS WATCHING SUNSETS...MOONRISES . I'VE BEEN ACCUSED OF BEING A MUSE IN THIS LIFE AND THE LAST ONE.
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