So…this past month has been a bit of a rough patch for me, writing-wise. Work has kept me busy and I think that’s part of it.
Anywho, I saw this poem in my Facebook feed from about 3 years ago. It’s those quiet mornings that mean the most to me sometimes. The togetherness, the comfort of arms holding you close, feeling loved. It keeps me in once piece…
Each warm smile
we live wild
with blazing mornings
and times with you
that breathe and steam
an eternity young and never old