prose

Honey-lit Afternoon

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Dreams of a honey lit aspen afternoon Smiles full of laughter Trying to keep a straight face Lost in the reality of it… In the simplicity of your dignity and grace Coming off the mountain And meandering off the desert mesa With you nearly by my side On a sunny summer afternoon Singing folks songs… And I look back on it all And it all comes back to me In the moment By Nathan Cowlishaw

She is my new muse… An artist is she…

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I can hear the soft whisper of the wind as it gently brushes the window blinds and evening starts to set-in… The Robins are singing in the late afternoon summer. Fine sediment is blowing in from the dust bowl west of town. And I’m just thinking… thinking about a lot of things. Life is full of beauty with the simple, if you just let. them. be.