Monday, October 18, 2004A Country Road Dinner & SerenadeMoist beneath my bare feet the earth crumbles, dead leaves and muck, fill the ground like apples in a pie. The flavorful meadow, an entree of morning mist, upon the bend of lazy bonnet heads, weeping for lovers lost in mowing. A sapling spring, a tiny mouth lapping gentle waters, glitter in the... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 7:18 AM Comments (8) (permalink) |
