Walking along neighborhoods,
nestled deeply into images of city life,
I found softness, and vibrancy.
Murmured pastels, somehow unafraid to show themselves,
and wide open.
Droves of minds walk right past their gumption.
Faces stuck to their iPhone.
My soul wept.
– Learning –
A collection of poetry and photos
breath, fact of the living
our exhale, evidence of continuing
tears acknowledge loss, possibly
smile supports prosperity
brave face endures them all
Walk with me here,
Allow the earth,
To calmly soothe,
You address,
And I’ll attend.
Like a breeze,
Sliding through,
Inestimable prairie,
I’ll surround you,
My Love.
Daily storm brewing,
Commanding attention,
You be the strength,
I’ll be me, listening.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 