countless colors shall bring tomorrow
the fires of life taste the flavor
of dwarf gardens in poets’ dreams
raised by cold river on rushing currents.
nearby, a bare tree smiles at the sky
and rises directly to the wind:
behold the promise of a fountain fall
to dissipate the fancies on rays
of countless sun colors that knit
the fabrics of a boundless morrow.
I pride myself at being a part-time writer. I have to live up to that designation, that is why, among other things, I went off the grid for a while, away from this blog 🙂 No apologies there. But I did not expect the off-gridding to take longer than it did, for other more pressing reasons, and for that I apologize. Perhaps I need to change the appellation from being a Part-Time Writer to simply being a Now-You-See-Him-Now-You-Don’t Writer. I’ll take pride in that too 🙂
Thank you for sticking around and reading this blog. Have an enjoyable weekend, everyone.
— SSJ, 2 Nov. 2018