Tissue When lovely spring blooms arrive after a dreary winter's gloom, and feathers tickle your nose, like pepper cast up by sweeping broom, let's be wise and sensible, and not quick remedy assume. better to be proactive, and purchase boxes of of, of, of, lilac scented ti, ti, ti- shoo! oh, nebbermind, tumbody plede padd duh dissue.
Unmerited Finery She said, “Open wide.” i did. she said, “Close down.” i did. even though i’m barely a commoner, more the peasant or serf, she treated me as Royalty, placing a crown on an exhausted molar. “thank you,” i said, and hurried home toward Buckinghorse Palace lest i be found out.
Genesis, Revised Edition In the beginning there was a constant stream of noise, and then God sat down on a wooden stool, and like grandmother, intent upon her business of snapping harvested beans for the canning jars, God broke that noise into discrete pieces called words, knowing the Tower of Babel's foundation had already been laid that we might understand each other, and laugh, and love.
Treadmill Before fitness gyms were invented, a young man's muscles usually came from helping Father lift the stones, and fetching water and firewood for Mother. All the while, Sister studied her face in the looking glass, and dreamt of the ripped Lad (apprenticed to the Smithy) holding her in his arms.
A Flower's Keeper Window sills, always willing, make steadfast gardeners.
Genesis, Revised Edition In the beginning there was a constant stream of noise, and then God sat down on a wooden stool, and like grandmother, intent upon her business of snapping harvested beans for the canning jars, God broke that noise into discrete pieces called words, knowing the Tower of Babel's foundation had already been laid that we might understand each other, and laugh, and love.
Cobbles Speak Up "Do you envy our beauty?" the blooms asked the cobblestones. "Envy? Not at all," came the reply. "Surely our scent?" "Envy your scent? Never," came the reply. "Don't be stubborn. Our delightful shape?" "What is shape?" the cobbles asked. "Time and water made us what we are." "But humans praise us," the flowers insisted. "That is nothing," the stones answered. "They caress us each day."
