for Sarge. . . .
the lost girl
About Me
- puddle
- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
4 comments:
What a delightful surprise my love to open the URL and see such a lovely image. Thank you.
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oh my!
Hello puddle. This is beautiful!
wow its nice to be able to come around again and reconnect. Im showing my new husband your blog right now, he's entranced with my stories about you :)
Nice to see you! You come up in my conversations, often. Think you always will!
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