my island October 2, 2019 a poet's playground, evocative muse, meditation relaxation my sanctuary my solitude no distractions no conversations no wake no sleep merely my heart my breath my soul’s content
today’s discourse lessons unlearned taking old and making it new again rekindling a fire sipping on warm cider watching the trees become bare as winter approaches leaves drop 1 by 1 yet the limbs don’t shiver from the cold the squirrels don’t