Tag: Poetry
Growing older
Just Find Me
Finding Christmas
I’m Fine
Autumn
Hope
I can’t loose the one thing that keeps me alive: Hope A word that is often with me in the morning It’s harnessed during the day It dies at dusk It resurrect at sunrise Continue reading Hope
It’s a Joy
It’s a joy to see so many green branches swaying in the wind carrying the fragrance of the delicate blooms just blooming. It’s a joy! Continue reading It’s a Joy
Be Like a Rose
Every morning be like a rose open and fresh, to face the day with the petals facing the sun reflecting the love of those who stop by to inhale your fragrance. Continue reading Be Like a Rose
Windmills of My Mind 