(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
just messing around in my journal this morning. i love the poems of e.e. cummings. he has a quirky style of writing. it seems as though he was a real "rule breaker" and i like that, as i am a "rule breaker" myself.
i took a nice slow walk in the cool air this morning. i found the lovely golden- orange leaf on the ground...fall is really beginning to show itself. the roses in the background were a gift from my husband last week...they've just reached that crunchy, falling apart stage and the color has deepened. i think they are just beautiful like this, even more than when they were first given to me. there is a certain beauty to be found in decay, don't you think?
i hope you have a beauty filled day...