BG monday morn monday morn a big yawn where has the weekend gone trouble getting out of bed trouble getting the head in gear take a breath and
BG home a hint of angst a trace of trouble bending around the corners stretching to see the unknown picking up the pace not to be last first is out of the question unless you step on the gas can’t win
BG full worm moon 1st full moon of spring a time of rebirth …………….time to step out of winter’s womb a peeling of layers that sheltered 1 from the cold the robins return a rebuilding of nests while the crocuses make there way through
BG our bridge a bridge that connects 2 worlds apart a bridge that connects 2 hearts never parted once near now gone i hear your whisper when the breeze lightly brushes by once near now far i feel
BG your angel 1’s heart’s tears are gathered in the feathers of an angel she sits upon your shoulder though no weight ………she is your strength, ………………….your laughter, ……………………..endurance & joy if leaning a little never fleeting never failing she will never let you
BG taste of spring the first taste of spring revealed in a bud preparing to bloom sunbeams kissing crocuses & robins return winter’s cold no longer lingering in the air time to open windows and clean out 1’s mind of clutter & rubbish