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.
well thank you very much.ReplyDelete
i 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.ReplyDelete
Madison 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 sincerelyReplyDelete
I feel like I don't know what you are talking about. But you use big words, so I like that.ReplyDelete
Ah, the imagery is delicious and the style captivating. Love your blog and thank you for visiting mine.ReplyDelete
wonderful ma'm. reading your posts i have a feeling i look at life the same way you do!!!thanx for dropping by!!!tcReplyDelete
i like your work! :)ReplyDelete
i like that pictureReplyDelete
The photo, the poem, it was all a beautiful combination. I really enjoyed this one.ReplyDelete
beautiful piece - "sip-nutmeg scented coffee grounds"....lovely images here...bkmReplyDelete