fire and weed
a burning splendor
erasing sameness
a ceremony
of heartbeat and heat
licking sweat from my lips
picking words from my tongue
the season is ripe
with the sun
.
fire and weed
a burning splendor
erasing sameness
a ceremony
of heartbeat and heat
licking sweat from my lips
picking words from my tongue
the season is ripe
with the sun
.
Live Music information . by Nancy Davis
Sean Dietrich's column on life in the American South.
The Beautiful Due
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
This one’s a keeper. “Erasing sameness…” for starters. Then “picking words from my toungue…” You’ve really packed it in there, Nance.
thanks, bj…jb.
Really beautiful summer images.
Thank you, Di.
Wow! You’re good!
Thanks. You encourage me.
picture (word) perfect on this one – tactfully I won’t ask about the nature of the weed
in the past, baby…in the past.