An Oral Poem
WALKING AT BONNIE'S March 29, 2021 7:18 a.m. (an oral poem) Birds are singing. Highway traffic is talking. I am breathing, bringing life inside, and silence is everywhere, as always.
EVERYDAY MIRACLES: An Occasional Journal of a Life Lived in Wonder
"To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle." — Walt Whitman
An Oral Poem
WALKING AT BONNIE'S March 29, 2021 7:18 a.m. (an oral poem) Birds are singing. Highway traffic is talking. I am breathing, bringing life inside, and silence is everywhere, as always.