My Morning (Poem)
The birds are singing – my alarm clock, as the sun peaks into my room bending its way through our sephia blinds winding up to the bed post creeping in … Continue reading My Morning (Poem)
Tag: Mirth
Burning the Christmas Tree
I burned the Christmas tree tonight… warm summer breeze blew in to join in the ol lang syne and somber tune which added its fuel as we danced and sang … Continue reading Burning the Christmas Tree
