Apt Words

True beauty is all around lovely things that make no sound pretty sights which can be found on this earth to which we’re bound. True there are things which are sweet when he and she distant meet to scorch dread time burns the heart never neither longs to part. True, awe comes from many things an elephant with golden wings a snow-strewn path newly made rows of pines in a winter glade. But, of these things I write and speak long I yearn and long do seek about you divine most of all you are Winter Spring Summer Fall. (click on the pic to preview my poetry book!)