Time was when I felt the need, to roam across that fast moving stream, walk through that broad field of tall grass, climb that rocky outcrop, amble through the dense forest, stroll down that winding path, and wade out into the rising surf. Now I feel the contentment. To listen to the clouds roll above […]
Subscribe to Blog via Email
Dianne Kocourek Ploetz on We Can’t Take Back Tomorrow Very moving....
Mary on The Pot Just beautiful. And so we try to follow along with ...
shortypman on Tangled Words Glad you liked it.
air angel rising Angels answers aroma baby birds brain synapse broken heart chair change chaos clarity clutter contentment dance death dreams faces future Grass heart home life loss love Memories memory mind motion past photography poem poems Poetry present questions reality relationships seasons sun thoughts Time Winter words