Friday, March 27, 2015

More human

I feel the water running
Through my calloused hands

I feel the dirt run through
The indents of the scars

I feel such a closeness
To the simple earth.

I feel loss for those
Who are afraid to dig;

They feel afraid,
They are afraid to be
The humans they are.

Our desert (haiku)

I look through photos Our life through the four seasons Back through the old ones.  Blossoming in spring With all the diverse flowers ...