Through The Looking Glass

December sky 
Horizon without a name
Unraveling
Moving through my breath

I linger in my sky
On butterfly wings
Where sweet violins
Play on blossom strings.

101 thoughts on “Through The Looking Glass

  1. Deep in December I still remember all those skies, how often I flew, where the sky was blue, the hot of July, and down there the sea, nothing in the offing, la vie sans soucis
    Ah! What a wonderful world
    Thank you for bringing me back those old memories

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  2. As I look out of my window and think of 2022…..

    December sky
    Horizon without a name
    Unraveling
    Moving through my breath

    Very thought provoking, and hope for a better year

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