poetry

the hushed whisper of your name

will you ever know
the hushed whisper of your name
released from my lips

It’s warm out this way (88° F at present). Why can’t spring last longer? Why must we go to the upper 80s so soon? I so miss the more moderate weather of the East Bay.

Lazy days are nice but I wonder if I’ve been too lazy of late. I should set a constructive schedule after my watching of rugby on Saturdays. LOL

And because I’ve become accustomed to posting a Sully pic, here ya go…
Untitled
from an ep of McLeod’s Daughters

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