Saturday, January 28, 2017

On such a morning

the things that time & light pick fall in such fetching pattern. Or did she mean metaphor?
Speaking of breaking, this morning's breakfast was a beguiling green. Avocado on toast, of course. Have you noticed how an avocado splits into wonder.  Much like a poem. Like friendship.

1 comment:

  1. Intuition 8

    This is the way the time rolls out
    its wondrous lines not aware of logic
    and I am watching birds after the rain
    a comet of a storm which hit us hard
    is only calm air today, the changing currents
    carrying away the danger, not quite all gone