Midnight Haiku
obsidian woods
brambles, thorns, steely cold eyes
you will learn of fear
Simple Sunday
I believe that true identity is found in creative activity springing from within. It is found when one loses oneself. ~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Friday Flower
Wordless Wednesday
Simple Sunday
We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out. ~ Ray Bradbury
Friday Flower
Role Call
A wealth
A dearth
A what
A who
Where you go
The things you do
I strive to hope
To have
To be.
You stay you.
And I’ll play me.
Simple Sunday
When it’s over, I want to say:
All my life I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
~ Mary Oliver
May she rest in peace
I Am Beautified
My skin, no longer youthful,
Glows and shimmers from the life we share.
My eyes sparkle with laughter,
Our language of love.
My hair, better behaved, all growed up
Older now. Wiser.
My heart hums, oh how content. It revels in you,
I bask in your adoration.
My mind — such mess! — grows ever thankful
You inhabit my life.
You make me feel beautiful.
Therefore, it must be so.
A Sawyer's Daughter 
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