picket fences
little finches
flying around
short walks
sweet smells
stories abound
good friends
familiar sounds
white
red
yellow
green
and brown
picket fences
not far
from town
I think this simple little read was just what the doctor ordered for this hurricane battered writer who's feeling very 'over it' today. Thank you Chester for sharing this with us. Michelle
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.