leaves of red and gold come crashing down in disgust that after such a little time of s… and finally –perfecting color the beauty is cast down and trodde…

she set the easel up steadying the back leg with an old glue tube while raising up in her chair she spots it, there it was,

missing little piece’s buried in the box no edging left can’t get through the locks to retrieve through ground

as it’s moisture fills the cracks… my lips, and i slowly draw my hand from my hips to appeal to it the bliss of the pure essence delivered from such a small burst

the moose twisting his antler arou… as they all stand and stare in sil… holding the wall up as normal as e… without the thought on the mind -… that someday this adventure will e…

the light seeping through the crac… as the soul longs to be seen spraying colors of emotions as seeing the soul with clear lens the split mirror shows two sides

the freeing of emotions how healing it can be filling the holes of the soul with the divine love –of GOD truth correcting error

looking down at the smooth stone that i just picked from the creek and as the water evaporates i ponder the meaning of your words gently pecking your cheek

if only the words were as real as… a b c can tell it right from left the j from the the k fifty years gone by with out the b finding it’s way