At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet. — Plato
Like the well to the water
the drip to the dry
as the wind draws the dust
so the sun pulls the sky
Like the tree makes the shade
by standing still
on a hill
look around now
and meet everyone, everything
with great love.
From a weekend traveling the golden hills of Interstate 5
Photo by Sean Brown on Unsplash
Lovely
Comment by Lana Wertz — August 10, 2020 @ 1:50 pm
You have a gift with words!
Comment by Eric — August 11, 2020 @ 7:48 am
I agree with Lana and Eric. You make me aware, sensitive and grateful for you and the world
Comment by Bill — August 11, 2020 @ 8:02 am
I love you so much. I appreciate that you “do this thing with words”, and that you share it. Thank you.
Comment by Kathryn — August 11, 2020 @ 9:08 am