The sun streams through my window.
A patch of warmth drenches my skin.
The heat a welcoming part of spring.
A tea cozy cover snuggles my teapot.
Yellow fluidity strobes out the spout.
A sip of sweetness to enjoy at noon.
Love is love. Everything else is something else.
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
Lucidly in shadows. Poetry from a hand that writes misty.
A drop of ink may make a million think. - George Gordon Byron
Following My Muse
Poetry From the Heart!
A PLACE FOR PROFESSIONAL & PASSIONATE POETS
flash fiction and other writing
It's going to be HUGE!