Poetry has a way of becoming... esp ecially when it is prescient and so filled with fragrance. These the flowers coming my way make me so grateful to be here at this time, because every step of the way feels like a dream and I wonder can this really be, happening? We stopped by Wheelock, the old Hebrew College where in a way a story began about words, about letters. One chance meeting, a word, an event, a slip even on ice, can send your world into spin. We met a man from Odessa there named Alex. And the secret I am holding is so beautiful I want to never let this go even as I yearn to share my garden. Thank You for bringing me to this place at this time. I love you, too.
Posted on: Sat, 16 Nov 2013 19:09:45 +0000