foggy August morn
wood piled, coal shed filled
a damp chill breeze
sun rising higher
picking sweet corn for the table
gentle breeze , so welcome
in the rustling of leaves
a whisper, distant whisper
gently reminds me
Guest blogger Navied Mahdavian on How to fight with the people we care about, illustrated
WOW! Yes WOW!!!! "Some of my best friends are people who started out as foes." _ A voice in the Wind ...
