This is how I spend the days– nothing is for sure or what it seems in the sacred web as morning flowers into sun– I stand at a window watching herons out to sea the scent of wisteria over water moves in the fine yellow Gobi dust of China trees fill the air ever-green I […]
Category: Wisdom
Nosegay
What Chopin wanted most was to die in George Sand arms, on his deathbed all he got Was a nosegay of violets She left at his door When her daughter turned her away– People can be such shits. He wrote a friend on his deathbed, “She promised me I would die in her arms.” How did […]
