Some doors must close in order that others may open as fragmental moments of my life are left behind so as to keep those cold empty abandoned spaces aglow. A cloud dissipates into the aether never to cry again …
Summer has been good to me
In the shade, I drink ice tea.
I love hearing pouring rain
tapping on my window pane
as loud thunder’s flash and roar.
adds to Nature’s rhythmic score.
Neil, creativity picks up in the Autumn. I don't get writers block, but I don't like writing just to write. This site of mine isn't a newspaper on a schedule, but rather a playground for frisky little muses who come out to dance and play only as they may.
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