“I have a whole room where your paintings hang,
I have a whole heart where you can plant your garden and it will grow, oh….”
Lost in the Trees
It will leave us with our
Under the eves.
I want to hold your hand here
The years to evolve beyond routine here
Our love to be full here
Stairs bringing cats up-stairs and down-stairs
Bugs caught in garden webs
Art that’s ours
become the walls.
Under the sunshine or in the fog: I am a lover, a writer, an editor, a cook, a humanitarian and a photographer.
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