Poetry Plumeria
Wafting into my nose, plumeria. Close by in the hammock, I, not prone to swooning, do. Frangipani her Hawaiian name,...
Wafting into my nose, plumeria. Close by in the hammock, I, not prone to swooning, do. Frangipani her Hawaiian name,...
May the Green Beings forgive us for lifetimes of blindness to their love and to their lessons. We emerge from...
I was saved by a maple tree, comforted by a mulberry tree. I was sheltered under a cloud of lilacs....
They start by breaking. It is their end And their beginning… From Hope ©Laura C Mace 2022 Our spinning blue...