Apr 2016
how alike
are oak leaves trembling in a soft wind
and sea foam gliding up
a million grains of sand-glass
as if all of nature is sighing into my neck, saying
“hush”
are oak leaves trembling in a soft wind
and sea foam gliding up
a million grains of sand-glass
as if all of nature is sighing into my neck, saying
“hush”
I have so much work to do but God if five minutes outside in the sun under a good tree doesn't help me feel like myself again, and refreshed
