Sunday, July 31, 2005
A Summer Evening
A breeze rustles through the trees
Fireflies punctuate the darkness with light
I sit on a friend’s porch and talk-
An evening well spent.
My random musings on everything-from poetry to politics!
A breeze rustles through the trees
Fireflies punctuate the darkness with light
I sit on a friend’s porch and talk-
An evening well spent.