a lovely indulgence day.
The sweet taste of commonplace sentiment…
Just as tantalizing as dandelion wine.
clinging to sun’s light.
Dawn basking in the riches given by night.
Happenstance is just a ritual to portray.
this is the house that Mother built.
An after thought to a handmade quilt.
What is purposeful disarray.
Only cluttered calming…meaningful displays.
Well anchored needled pines.
Colorful moments for the ravaged mind.
A landscape so bitter…
It becomes overly kind.