Every morning when I wake up, I will see something, hear something, read something, smell something, feel something, remember someone. My first impulse is to call him on the phone. He was an early riser, lived alone and by nine o'clock he was in his garden, trimming something, cutting back, replanting. In the summer it…Read more HAPPY BIRTHDAY

It’s an Ill Wind…

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/wind/ Waiting there on a pin point edge, ripe, balanced, succulent fruit, a huff, a puff of wind, it falls, the bird’s on hand fresh from his perch to pick and peck the juicy produce from thence return and deliver the spoils to earth to germinate.