I got a cloud over me, that’s probably over you where shadows join us as one. There’s a pardon in the shade, a fellowship bound like the roots below my feet. An offering of words, full of vegetation, planted in the garden between our ears. I remain strengthened that summer follows spring and vacations set … More SOFT WINDS
Ocean waves dissolve on the shoreline. Diamond reflections spread covering rock and sand. The waves are creative voices, a language transported, respecting time and mysteries untold. Their voices are soft, welcoming and sincere. Often we listen but fail to hear the message, the answers the recipes of common sense.