day bleeds into night
day bleeds into night
and a breeze rolls through the leaves
taste of smooth whiskey
day bleeds into night
and a breeze rolls through the leaves
taste of smooth whiskey
sun caresses earth
and water laps on the shore
toes covered in sand
hello my old friend
it's rather late to visit
insomnia
a sleep muddled brain
no decent coffee in sight
friday morning blues
stay true to your path
a light to show you the way
illuminations
a wreath of flowers
to be worn upon the crown
dancing with solstice
black cloud of trouble
a beacon to what comes next
staring at the rain
a warm ev'ning breeze
as the sun begins to set
weather for the porch
two flowers in bloom
to go out and watch the sky
trees bound in sunlight
when the whiskey flows
the prose will come out to play
evenings on the porch