July 14, 2020 - 3:52am — theano7203
Water behind my habitat...
well worn and loved chair facing trees draping heavily with leave
as the breeze softly touched the water it rose up and moved through the trees
in a moment it gently caressed my face
as it did it left a gift
for logo
an essence of that moment in time
becoming a visual representation
on a word
....Texas summer evening at twilight become magic like that
a place for a moment of creative thought...
Lovely poem, Theano!
Thanks, FishBiscuit was ever
You're quite welcome! I
I'm sorry if this is out of left-field, but what pronouns do you use? They/she/etc.
Well she most of the time but