soaked into the hay,
Transforming the dirt into mud.
Dry ditches flowed with runoff.
Happy blades of grass turned green.
Sun rose, birds sang, even if
all was not right with the world.
~Shelly L Francis, April 2025
#poetry #innerartist
soaked into the hay,
Transforming the dirt into mud.
Dry ditches flowed with runoff.
Happy blades of grass turned green.
Sun rose, birds sang, even if
all was not right with the world.
~Shelly L Francis, April 2025
#poetry #innerartist
I dreamed of sitting with a friend talking about our recent surgeries. I showed how much I could bend my wrist, then said, “Oops, I’m not supposed to do that for 2 more days.” I believe we are healing & stronger on the inside than outwardly visible yet.
I dreamed of sitting with a friend talking about our recent surgeries. I showed how much I could bend my wrist, then said, “Oops, I’m not supposed to do that for 2 more days.” I believe we are healing & stronger on the inside than outwardly visible yet.