At the ancient homes of velvet-furred ferrets.
A wet rain ponders black and fleeting laughter,
As the sunset quivers in the pond's water.
My heart aches for dancing - not weeping to the moon.
As the wind dwells in frozen anguish from wildfire.
A field of blue thistle emanates purple mountains.
As the pond reflects the dew drops of barren laughter.
Shall not the morning hold meetings on the home's demise?
This is my personal inspirational book of poetry. It contains many poems written for family, friends, and relevant life situations. Hopefully you will find some that will encourage and inpsire you in whatever arena you are found in your circle of l
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Be always safe,
Karen