Beautiful, you have weaved in many beautiful images into this poem, love this one xxx
Honor the old woman who speaks to dandelion
who touches all weeds with reverence
who regards poison ivy as softly as the petals of poppies bend in the wind
Beautiful, you have weaved in many beautiful images into this poem, love this one xxx
Honor the old woman who speaks to dandelion
who touches all weeds with reverence
who regards poison ivy as softly as the petals of poppies bend in the wind
That last line of those three is my favorite line in the whole poem. The best stuff seems to come out when I stop thinking, and just feel. Thanks so much for that comment!
Those three lines are the ones I chose to excerpt for a Facebook share -and for Twitter, I chose these:
Great stuff, Owasco! As always.