When still waters run deep / The deep can often roil with peril;
joy and grief collide
“but by morning, joy!” says the Good Book.
I lay down My Expectations
you must choose wisely
all send words of war or peace
overnight rain is ~ thoroughly thrumming ~ without meter ~ or rhyme
white noise, really, but the best color
of white I’ve ever heard.
a nice place to visit…
sometimes what lies behind
portals with padlocks will scare
you so much that you think you will die…
peace takes many forms