A light rain . . . tiny bird high in the branches of the western juniper . . . they are as joyfully necessary to each other as they are to me . . . and perhaps, just perhaps, as I am to them . . . including the rain.
It’s easy to hug someone you love. But did you know that if you hug someone you don’t love, love will come?
December 12, 2019
Categories: New Poems & Pieces
