Slipping by flowers in their aromatic bloom; closed eyes and deep breaths
A place to gather words before they get lost.
Slipping by flowers in their aromatic bloom; closed eyes and deep breaths
Riding momentum on a sticky afternoon, a cool evening comes
A spray of water bending into the sunrise, a color surprise
Here's some Sage advice: dance along with summer winds and always stand strong
Cut grass, after rains, when the scent of the Summer emerges again
Home – the place we go when the world's a bit crazy and out of control
for Algot
Each blue flag Iris, standing strong in the windstorm, dancing on its own
More than just words on a document -
inked carefully in feathered pen -
The seeds of an idea, where a nation begins
It seems elusive: the yellow Sweet Pea flower's an experiment
Wayne Shorter's jazz experiments with odd sounds; music from the ground
Fingers dipped in paint on a canvas of ideas, the mess is the art