Saturday, January 15, 2011

MORNING MEDITATION

sitting listening to the snow
watching my breath
singing sweet jazz
without blues
with courage

5 comments:

flaubert said...

Yup, that is what it is all about.
Cheers,
Pamela

vivinfrance said...

Your poem, in conjunction with the grandpa picture, is utterly charming.

anthonynorth said...

You set a great scene there. nice one.

intuitivepaths said...

Ahh, those babies always make us dream and sing from within. Thanks for sharing your words and photo, delightful,

Elizabeth

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