When the moment occurs, it is not a moment, It is eternity within the moment. It is not lips touching. It is the mating of souls. I know not where I am nor why. We are together... somewhere... Mutually ...
Haiku
Fall crisp red leaves - crunch. Wood smoke tendrils please my nose. First frost. Windows lace. Laurie Noelle Copyright 2012-2022 All Rights Reserved
“The Golden Circle”
(Quoth* the Poet) Much rather would I write of daffodils and sunbeams, Than of political bills and moody things. “All frivolity,” would you say? To that I respond with a cheery, “Nay!” For my words are crafted, the spirit ...