HORIZON OF WORDS

I could see words drying on a line washed and dripping under a half sun, moisture fragrant pushed by midday breezes, forming a message of thoughts without speaking, yet resonating within the seed of understanding where the horizon gathers up the remainder of day pulsing with energy to finally set          

GIVING IN

Willowy tall palms bend with resistance under a byzantine blue sky   The fragrance of changing tides and salt air stir summer with youth and stories   Sand is the celebration of a movable graffiti.   Ivy and roses stretch over a fence, attracting children and angels   There‚Äôs nothing regrettable about summer its evenings … More GIVING IN