When I sit with you under an oak tree that is preoccupied with tending its errant leaves -I enjoy our companionable silence that doesn’t shy away from breath between words It is a silence that is content to remain pregnant-... Continue Reading →
"Life is fair" (they never said) "A walk in the park!" (like they never crowed) "A picnic of strawberries and cream!" (as though they never crooned) And yet for all its anguish life is still precious ..with....every..ragged...breath.. you.. take ©Vivian... Continue Reading →
Smell The Coffee 