Ferocious as a violin
whose bow knows constant friction
this morning saw the day begin
with nature’s noisy diction
Tag Archives: creative life
Daughter
you:
my one
and only
my messenger
into future years
Family of Sound
…..Hens cluck
Mosquitoes whine
Trees sigh
Flowers giggle
Brooks babble……
Getting back in the saddle
Let’s talk inspiration: as in I am in serious need of some. Over the summer I drew back into my shell like a hermit crab and kept to myself. . . . .
The Poetry Patio 