Above a steel spire. Jagged glass.
Here wildflowers spring from green grass.
Crickets sing their song of night as
Feet rest and paces slow.
The city pauses here.
Peace.
Above a steel spire. Jagged glass.
Here wildflowers spring from green grass.
Crickets sing their song of night as
Feet rest and paces slow.
The city pauses here.
Peace.
musingsfrommtvernon 
Hi Paul, I’m so glad you happened to mention that you write a blog recently. I have enjoyed reading through your postings. Love the poetry, humor and insight! I look forward to enjoying more of your “musings”!