Poems from The Promise of Happiness:
Love grows anywhere, like a wild weed,
But when ocean's wind scrapes your face,
The warmth is fire, a heat that you need.
Lucky
A Rainbow followed me home yesterday.
For twenty miles we traveled together
Illuminated by coppery light shining from
A sun tucked between green hills and black clouds.
I was born lucky, you know.
Poems and all images copyright 2019 by Michele Martin Taylor