At Summer’s End
At Summer’s End The Bend, the fold The towel lies there wet and cold. The Splashy Blue The hue, the joy The crazy chaos floating toy. The Heated Feet The Seat, the bake… Continue reading
At Summer’s End The Bend, the fold The towel lies there wet and cold. The Splashy Blue The hue, the joy The crazy chaos floating toy. The Heated Feet The Seat, the bake… Continue reading
Wanting writing now to do, Can’t find time, but words push through. Busy bodies fill my home, Family here, we fly and roam. Happy hearts about the place, Stories told with crazy face.… Continue reading
Shoveling snow is Most fun when you do it with Such friendly neighbours. First snowfall is the Best when winter white covers Everything sparkly. peekiequeen Haiku poetry, c. November 27, 2013 DP Challenge… Continue reading
There is something profound and transformative that happens to me when I hear an amazing piece of music. Whether it is instrumental or pop, a love ballad or dance tune, if the notes… Continue reading