“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


the promise of a coming storm

baby pink blossoms, wednesday morning sky.

the palms of my hand itch with words i cannot say,
the saying aloud of wishes a jinx,
the saying aloud of truths a crime.

funny that i write it that way, that my hands speak or stay silent.



  1. it looks a beautiful storm is coming. and i love that.

  2. i don't mind a storm, bring it on.
    gorgeous photo.


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