This Morning
This Morning
I inhale sunlight
I let it bump around
in my lungs
When it is ready
I exhale hope

This Morning
I inhale sunlight
I let it bump around
in my lungs
When it is ready
I exhale hope
Note: I'm traveling by cruise ship down the Rhine River from Amsterdam to Basel, Switzerland. Below is a little love poem. We were docked opposite a very large tree last night in Rudesheim. While others walked, I went out after dinner and sat and circumabulated it and looked at rocks on the surrounding ground...and that was my evening tour. I wrote the tree a poem:
O Black Poplar
I want to be with you,
not to walk to stores
or eateries or to talk more.
I sit in your lap, roots beneath,
I too am a tree aficionado. I felt the love for the tree and all of its inhabitants.
I will have to share a tree poem.
Thank you for sharing.
Thasia Anne
Your hands with the textures of desert landscape
They have lifted distressed children
held friends who felt broken
numerous cups of tea
and coffee spiced with Kaluah
And always your favorite Snickerdoodles
The stained glass window of the October leaves before the sky God’s Cathedral. The waves rush ashore leaving the sand a virgin for the next set of footprints The gulls screech the hymns of a million years
Thasia Anne
Thank you, Thasia. An iconic poem from Erie PA for sure. Is this the poem engraved on a plaque and mounted to the wall of the Arts and Crafts Building at the Albion (PA) Area Fair?
What a happy moment, so loving to all of US who need hope.