"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Home



He is home....
strong arms that hold me
when I can't fly against the wind.

©Susie Clevenger 2014


6 comments :

Margaret said...

AWE! :)

Sumana Roy said...

true...home is where love is..home
is coziness...hmm.. :)

Jim said...

You did it, Susie! I can see you trying to fly against that wind. That is really good as I have a hard time visualizing.
(p.s. Our wind was very strong today. I wanted to fertilized the lawn but decided the wind was to bad.)
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Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wonderful! and you are lucky!!!!

Mama Zen said...

So sweet!

Helen said...

Yes, yes, yes ~~~ many smiles coming your way!

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