This morning burns bright
Sheltered from it at my desk
A breeze blows gently
poetry, prose, and photography
This morning burns bright
Sheltered from it at my desk
A breeze blows gently
And now we are free
Embrace it with great reverence
Birds flit between trees
I hate depression
It crushes us from within
With its brutal lies
Daylight moves westwards
Yet the sun up quite high
The birds are still bold
You can’t get win-win
By being driven by your fears
Only love drives this
Seeking elegance
Not a garish consumption
But deep quality