As I sit at my desk, a gray drizzle falls silent.
Awakens a need in me for
Come with me and smell the musky sweetness of plants blooming under a sky of glass.
Dip within the glorious beauty of this blossom left for last.
If I could I would gift you one.
Please visit a wonderful woman, creator, humanitarian,
for more exquisite Postcards from Paradise.
Heart Thought: where is more beauty to be found than from that which is alive?