You are still, William: the light just flows around you. Like daffodils in a river-run, like waving kelp: we grow slowly towards a sun we cannot even see, while the world whirls 'round us. This makes a lot of axes for it to turn upon, but I am assured that it can do it.
Loved the image of the anchorless moon scudding over flowered hills; reminded me of canoeing in Algonquin.
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Spring is here my friend,
it always seems like maybe she won't come around again for some reason,
until everything wakes up...
: )
Spring, did you say? So that’s what it is!
Good wishes, Brad, and my best to you and yours.
"The moon on daffodils in muddy shoes".
for me this reflect so good our today's world...
Thank you, Laura. It’s interesting, isn’t it, that we’re traveling millions of miles through space, and yet we think we’re sitting or standing still.
... yes you are so right
You are still, William: the light just flows around you. Like daffodils in a river-run, like waving kelp: we grow slowly towards a sun we cannot even see, while the world whirls 'round us. This makes a lot of axes for it to turn upon, but I am assured that it can do it.
Loved the image of the anchorless moon scudding over flowered hills; reminded me of canoeing in Algonquin.
Thanks for the poem, William. A pretty one 'twas.
Peter
And thanks for yours, Peter, for that’s how your words ring to me.
This is your moon on daffodils...
Lovely!
Joe
Thanks, Joe. And, just like that, we’re on our way to a great T-shirt design!
Incredibly fine in so many ways! Thanks!!
Hello, John. Thank you.
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