A smile, eyes in bloom, the effortless (but chilly) watching of an October sunrise. I could have put up a photo of opals instead for this metaphor. Happy Halloween!
Maybe these were the baby sparrows hatched in the nest that's still nestled under the porch roof. They hung around for a long time chatting. I like to revisit my old places too--- poems that come along then are a kind of chat, with an old self, or with time itself. I'm reading some poetry … Continue reading Revisit