A Not So Stealthy Bomber
Looks like we're both roaming around on a Sunday afternoon.
Relating emotions to our passing seasons is to be in touch with ourselves from within and our surroundings from without. As the two become one we find both love and tolerance, a discipline of sorts without jagged edges.
That being said, I liked reading something of you from a different perspective. Your years are showing with grace and keen perspective.
Just don't EVER post 'tall' poetry again or I'm really gonna give it to ya!
Just out looking for the real me...
[This message has been edited by P.U Stinkenbaum (05-21-2017 05:50 PM).]