Biography

I was walking to the mailbox today And realized how beautiful all the pebbles were laid Formed by the water that has been gushing of late I realized beauty has filled up my driveway The moss on the trees and the rabbits in the bush The hush before the children are up I work so much That I have to love the details Or my time would be lost This state is scorned and with good reason But I provide hope Because there will be a season When the dead, rotting limbs fall from the trees Opening the eyes as they spring towards the sky And those of us now wandering and lost Will have a world we can love I also sing

Samples

The bees are at my window Eating through the frame Rustle, crunch, twiddle

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