Tag: 547

Snow temple ruin Waiting, watching -- Not for praisers, but the praised

sky awakening blue as never downhill towards forgetting

we never mean to, we just forget at one time, we had values

it is possible for us to be a little bit too open

some paints are happy and inviting like a kindergarten class

simple lines and spare open spaces leading into tomorrow

an old reflection on a new theme: individuality

the poet now a studebaker the latest in what is old

waves move and surround strong and gentle the way love draws its circles