Filled with breaths of love, I let it seek a loving Hand to hold it tight.
With breath born kisses I’ll spread my love over seas To take root in you. “I do not believe in weeds. A weed is simply
I have searched for thee, Since this voice did bloom with life, To show you my mind. picture of one of our azalea bushes in
Marshmallow clouds float Like popcorn patterned sand dunes In the morning sky.
I’ve come to love you Not for sentences perfect But for your typos.
This morning we drove Along a highway so dark Dripping dreamsickles. a Haiku inspired by what I saw this morning…image taken by me