...and sometimes chuckles. Poetry. The Creative Mind. Humor. Soul inspired.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
That Easter
Brick chimney, green ivy tapers skyward Rain in northwestern New Hampshire Fireplace in old country cottage Red door, hook rug, and tea I remember the scent Of your sweater That Easter And you Yes Dreams are like smoke sometimes rising.
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I agree!
GBU
Arti
Thank you, Arti. Poetry is sometimes the best way to express dreams, past and present.
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