Hide your eyes with a freckled palm,
as bleached sun floods the open blinds.
Tired eyes and an a ivory calm,
the mulberry trees are thriving now.
My perfume leaves a rosewood trace,
in pearly threads of needled lace.
Sip nutmeg-scented coffee grounds,
it's only Sunday morning.
Which is more a treat, your photos or writing? They balance each other, like crunchy celery and creamy peanut butter. Good apart, but so delicious together.
well thank you very much.
ReplyDeletei will keep writing.
once i find something clever to write about... hm
Which is more a treat, your photos or writing? They balance each other, like crunchy celery and creamy peanut butter. Good apart, but so delicious together.
ReplyDeleteMadison I know you don't know me but your words are touching. I love reading your blog. you are simply darling.
ReplyDelete.....
p.s. I'm friends with Macy and Callie Chapman, such sweet spirits.
i feel as though you say what i am not able to. it is most appreciated, i thank yo sincerely
ReplyDeleteI feel like I don't know what you are talking about. But you use big words, so I like that.
ReplyDeleteAh, the imagery is delicious and the style captivating. Love your blog and thank you for visiting mine.
ReplyDeletewonderful ma'm. reading your posts i have a feeling i look at life the same way you do!!!thanx for dropping by!!!tc
ReplyDeletei like your work! :)
ReplyDeletei like that picture
ReplyDeleteThe photo, the poem, it was all a beautiful combination. I really enjoyed this one.
ReplyDeletebeautiful piece - "sip-nutmeg scented coffee grounds"....lovely images here...bkm
ReplyDelete