Like a spontaneous song,Bursts of blossomBrighten the roomLike fireworks Like a praise of celebrationAt a much-wanted baby's birth!La-la-la-la-la-la...

Sing butter-bright circle of life,    Sing in the summer's heated noon-light,        Sing of the green grass, the oak tree's leaves,             Sing of the blue sky—snow white clouds fly overhead,           Sing 'till the moon comes up and we are all asleep in bed. ... Continue Reading →

Take a deep breathSmell them? RipePeaches fresh from the branchesSucculent sweet drips Dribble down my chin,Drips and dribbles like honey.Laugh at me, will you?I don't mind in the leastPeaches are too fine a treat to miss.