Quiet-down world
heartbeats are playing in the breeze.
Across the street
a lawnmower sets the pace
for Alpha wave thoughts
to tumble into blades of shorn grass.
Those too far from the ground
will be plucked
allowing what remains to grow.
k~
Low hanging fruit is always the easiest.
ReplyDeleteIndeed it is Tim :-)
DeleteThis is simply beautiful. I am stopping by to say hi for the A-Z road trip
ReplyDeleteHello Heather, thank you for visiting my blog, and enjoying the words stretched out on this palette.
DeleteDamn.
ReplyDeleteAlways so good.
I really am quite jealous.
I hope you know that.
=]
You made me smile t. I appreciate that.
DeleteYour words cling to the walls of my heart every time I read you.
Admiration is mutual.
;-)
Again...simply lovely and I hear the mower and see the perfectly manicured lawn behind it. Oh wait, that's my hubs out there doing the same thing! ♥
ReplyDeleteGrinZ You can send him out this way... though I suppose he might not appreciate having to go so far to trim someone's lawn ;-)
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