day breezes become captured in the coolness, welcomed through open windows stirring stained restless curtains at days end and nights beginning star carpets and a moon face stare down onto rooftops with their forever light slipping around branches to my favorite chair at meadows edge
silent moonlight brushes silver over my face, as I gaze into infinity of dark the beginning without a bottom. stars compete for my eyes with hanging diamonds and heavens beyond look back at me man in the moon full of cheese, a wink and a half a carpet of chrome … More MY MOON
It was beautiful because, shaded solitude under a sycamore blanketing a dirt road durable carpets of moss and grass exhibited proof of ancient inheritance it’s a bewildering place for those just passing through and an oasis for those walking slowly
It was beautiful because. A cool light shaded the solitude of a sycamore lined dirt lane. Broad leafy boughs arrested the passage of afternoon sunshine. Carpets of moss and grass are radiant, solid and durable; a green hum of inheritance. It’s a favorable place. Bewildering too those passing through. An oasis to others walking slowly. … More A FRESH LOOK
Roger Singer 