Home. Teaching Remote.
Birds chirp. A breeze gently blows.
Quiet, poignant void.
I am the storm
You are a loud storm.The kids are a hurricane.I just want a beach.
To end the lovelyWith a blackhole envelopeMade this poem deep
Loved reading Josh's contribution. :-
Poignant void - hmmm. The power of what is missing.
Spring brings joyous change. Walks, open windows, tennis, Gardens and sunshine. Sadly, my darn allergies make me only want my bed. _______...