misty morning
misty morning
the sun shines his eyes thru the holes in the big maple
i can see thru, the big maple now
vision holes, to the other side of the light pink and opaque blue sky
in spring she was lush and green and i couldn’t see thru her
but now she’s defining herself
letting the wind and [...]
“magical salt marshes”
I wake up and hear there is beauty in my life
all birds… singing their morning songs
the northern crimson pink light sky is my delight
where am i to behold such a wondrous place…
garden of eden, perhaps so
the “magical salt marshes”
life is lush here and varied
even the whoosh of the shore west/east line brings the breath of [...]
