Monday, June 18, 2018

Summer Poetry

whispering.
rustling.
waving.
who can guess what the grass is
saying?

gusting.
rushing.
blowing.
who can say where the wind is
going?

listening.
watching.
waiting.
i don’t know why but i am
trying.

(Just some thoughts from the strawberry field earlier this week. And below are two of my favorite views recently.)





PS: Life is good.

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