Like a room is made better Filled with the beauty and fragrance of flowers, A life is made better Filled with the unconditional love of friends.
A thread of lilacs winds through my life, Recalling all that gentle awkward yearning Withe the unconscious gravity they still contain. And still when the lilacs are in bloom, You will find a bowlful in my room-- Withe deep greene... Continue Reading →
Commonplace Poetry 