Red finches noshing, Singing as they eat and preen, Early morning feast. Where have they traveled? What have they seen? What are they singing, While feeding on seed? It doesn’t matter, They’re lovely to watch. I’m happy they visited my late summer dream.
Eyes flutter open and poetic lines flitter across the barely wakened surface of my mind: “Pray for mercy, Pray for peace, Pray for freedom’s sweet release. Pray for the day, Pray for the night, Never give up hope, Or give up the fight. Life may be shortened, Life may be brief, But most of usContinue reading “Art Is the Big Yes”