Reid@YWP

Magnificent beams glow around the beautiful ball of light floating in the night sky

Orbiting earth, all day and night, visiting every inch of the world

In the dusk, winds blow, rustling the tree branches upon the trees. A forest opens into a wide field eventually leading to a small farm in a small town. But this town doesn't show up in this story. At least, not yet.

     The dogwood blooms later 
this year and marks the tardy rebirth 
of the earth, our home, beautifying 
after a dreadful winter purge. 

Her cream white color has started to fade,

Even for gold, she is something I wouldn’t trade.

Stitches burned away by the fire known as love, 

Crow, past my window, 
where do you fly to on this 
beautiful morning? 
Let us brew some mid-
day coffee and nightly tea. 
Bring me to your nest 
and hear the early