
a slice of heaven
may be not as good as some
better than others
be happy with those joyful
and grieve with those suffering

a slice of heaven
may be not as good as some
better than others
be happy with those joyful
and grieve with those suffering

long awaited bulbs
here today gone tomorrow
beauty so fleeting

Cajun trinity
cooking in flour and fat
a labor of love

above looking down
what’s seen not that different
just the perspective
hidden in the reflection
the looker that’s always there

spring ends suddenly
the mallows blooming overnight
summer waits for none