nature calls moss curls beneath fledgling toes trees whisper tales of new saplings her name ricochets off her bark sap ascends birds indulge flavorful nectar sitten on statuesque willow oak, she listens To read the rest of this post, please go to MasticadoresUSA. Thank you, Barbara, for this publication. Barbara will review my new book,…
Category: Willow Oaks
My Sword Now Live On MasticadoresPhilippines
I am a soul that spirals within the languid cylindrical cavity of a flute. Fragrances pass through me, caressing my heart like a compassionate breeze that carries earth’s gifts. Through the eyes of a bee, I forage for sweet tenderness lost in the rough concrete of my childhood home. Fear, pain, and sorrow lay a…
“Tardy Morning Sun” Now Live On Spillwords Press NYC
damp, frosty grass was a sad soul to bare feet her heart dangling from a pale elbow in a drowsy fog besieging her as tears hymn, turning to ice on cold flesh five months passed since her husband was planted to earthly rest laying by the lake,…
Pure Beauty
blades of olive grass salute her rare grandeur fledglings move tenderly to offer new buds for scarlet hair thousand-year willow oaks cultivate a canopy of cover youthful rosy breast and curvy hips from God’s own palette cerulean eyes sparkle and dance as she stirs slowly God takes her slender hand as wings unfurl, still wet…
