Monday, July 1, 2013

JULY AM (poem)



On the lake,

waves sparkle
and glitter
in streaming sunlight.
Tree-tops chorus bird song
in dancing winds
and flounce
lush, tropical greenery.
 

No comments:

Post a Comment

Chances are You Will Want to Come to New York City

In 1958 Her streets were paved in yellow brick leading to Fifth Avenue and 42 nd  Street. You might have seen a zealous couple dance-walkin...