Plenty to go ’round. Neighbors sharing the bounty- Homegrown sustenance.
Cool wind, warm embrace, Sitting beside an old friend- The leaves gently fall.
Doorway to the soul, Ingress to the great Divine- Lighted path awaits.
Music fills the streets, Folks start to mingle again- Coming back to life.
Grateful to have made One more trip around the sun- Off I go again…
The sound of laughter Softly invading my soul- The beauty of sisterhood. ❤️
Glasses raised for cheers. Circle of muses and crones- Sisterhood weekend.
Need to slow my roll. Strange noises during decel- Squeaky brakes on car.
Cuddling with eyes closed, Our journey begins at dark. A lucid meeting.
Old bus copped a squat. Road gator shreds cling to rims. Those melons won’t roll.