Had tried to calculate approximately how many times humans may have seen the sun through the tree branches Didn’t work out I gave up. Click, delete.
I could sit out here and draw… no I could sit by the fire with my lover, Calm, with the warmth of his body I could sit on a tree with my legs hanging And play with the moon that shines between the swaying branches And with the tantalizing stars I’ll try singing a verseContinue reading “I could, in the night”
Nature’s free gift of the north
Tree kisser for lifetimes
Look sweetheart, my life is fked up and I’m pretty much a mess, but look at me! All goofy and funny, hanging low and smiling with a missing buck tooth and with raggedy old baggy pants on. Can’t you see? I’m dyin, but I’m smiling All for you, and all for me, sweetheart.