sing February 13, 2010 a poet's playground, meditation relaxation, reflective healing she is with you she is the angel that sits so near her breath is the breeze her eyes the sky her smile the sun that dries the rains she needs no tears to feel your pain sing her favorite song each day sing sing sing……………..today Share Tweet
winter’s breath winter’s breath left a taste upon the air clean crisp with wisps of white feely floating a chill not so cold to make one shiver knowing that warmth be fireside a bite not so bruising to make one quiver