Birdsong
waking up
to bitter coffee
and a birdsong
breath visible
in the crisp morning air
attention turns inward
finding nothing
This poem is from the book Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly
waking up
to bitter coffee
and a birdsong
breath visible
in the crisp morning air
attention turns inward
finding nothing
This poem is from the book Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly