All That’s Golden

Hot sun    Dry leaves        A hawk's cry             A gentle breeze   All that glitters isn't gold                Like what sparkles                        beneath my feet   But all that's golden                  is the prize                        that always                         … Continue reading All That’s Golden


Daisies Weep Beneath the creepers daisies weep Their time has come to enter sleep Below they lie They pray with doubt Unsure what life is all about They slowly wilt without the sun No raindrops dripping from their tongues While darkness swallows each new day For no one pulled these weeds away. Tina November 29, … Continue reading Daisies