The Wabi-Sabi Writer

I watch  as the late Spring pickpockets tendrils of light  from moony early hours  long golden beams widdle and worm their way through my night blindness we stretch wide the light and me across well worn white satin sheets so soon we must relinquish  this quiet haven to brave the cacophonous world  outside these walls retaining grace is knowing the memories  we leave behind remain warm...

The Spring is upon us now - having recovered from the saving of time and rain inspired seasonal allergies, the city is buzzing, like hungry bees to blooms.  Eager crowds cluster in the sidewalk cafes, gather on grassy hills and revel again in the promise of summer.   I too revel in the fevers that Spring offers - and seek to share the muze's affections in the process. _________________________________________________________________________ Please...