spring in my step
Will drops a berry in a stream.
It rolls and bounces along.
He thinks a dappled fish nibbles,
until he hears a silver song. Continue reading
Its silver light
cold, silent space,
soothing us in our
troubled sleep. Continue reading
Like a flower, just opened,
in my heart,
I have room to bloom,
to stretch and expand
into sunshine, Continue reading
Blood spilled in fields.
We cannot sleep. Continue reading
but can’t be set aside
when the powerful
tell us we are powerless
then we must stand together
raise our voices
clamor to be heard
truth is more than a word
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Cat went here. The moon was there.
Cat crept toward the Dandelion moon.
Cat’s paw was an asteroid, flying fast. Continue reading
Polkadot Princess Ladybug hides
her wings beneath
crimson shields. Continue reading
Our oldest love, our first love,
unfolding from our own birth,
grows as we take our first steps,
flows in our veins,
lodges in our fiber.
The love that makes us children again. Continue reading