03 March
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
I huffed my ego, by pouring me into it– She popped my balloon.
Once we had a happy planet with apogees and perigees.
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
Coffee perks in the pot. It heats to perfection. Come, we commune with our cups of coffee.
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
YOU and are not us.
Broken by the vampires who suck life from souls with minimums that keep tires spinning in muck.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
