Mists of morning...

For a time I lived by water, swayed by its moods, conversing with its murmurings, lulled to sleep by its waves. My conscious and unconscious evolution was a reason to land there and linger for some years before circumstance effected change. Though rustic and primitive, my cabin and its windows on the water had much to teach; I took each lesson to heart and the result was transformation.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Rhinestone Memory

Fingers softly turning
spiral clips.
Jewels glisten.
Adornment for the dance.

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