Tag: Sunday

Flowers say…

Flowers say what minds refuse to in the rush of life “beauty is” all around.

whoa dammit

Another morning, mark it Sunday whoa dammit!! what happened to Saturday Friday night? Seems was just September cool breeze flowing through old Pontiac convert and listening to songs that had words not grunts lots of beer in the trunk. Excuse me for saying hello again but you may have not heard before it’s rather obvious weather is about to change…

Warm thoughts in bloom

Another Sunday waking with warm thoughts in bloom such colors upon a magical canvas reminds of a precious muse. A few extra moments listening to whispers come through an open door to my room thrills my open heart.