Scattered seeds of my mind.
My heart reaches out of the foggy mist of precipitation to reach for love once again.
Mended fences. Deep conversations about political parties and how far the ocean reaches.
The miles between us and our day to day hoopla.
All just planting seeds of the beautiful things that will bloom of our love affair.
Leaving us to envision flowers blooming and grace leading us peacefully to each other.
C L Cunningham
Happy Wednesday everyone