the time comes
Category: Poetry
together we are
the words
sheltered within
of ash and smoke
a wander among the charred remains from a controlled burn for the rebirth of growth.
resurrection right
soles licked
a little lighthearted tongue-in-cheek play on yesterday’s poem
(no pun intended) – you know springs, creeks, streams….
soul blossoms
hand in hand
gate to dreams
Roger R Coyle - Author 