Tag Archives: happiness

thoughts in hand

Us
within a carousel
of swimmers and joggers
of low surf castle builders
of gulls and lost kelp
of sky and sand and ocean
and of all their speeches—
even then
sometimes
it’s just Us

Fresh as a Rose

how refreshing
those times when the world
offroads thru another prism door
to refract a breath of newness
engendering feelings
a child sometimes feels—
and for that twinkling
I am a kid again