Cuckoo’s New Song

Sometimes that old cuckoo refuses to sing, aware that robbed time can create a most beautiful mess Sometimes those rivers of time flowing swiftly by get stuck in clumsy eddies, creating nature’s nurseries of future plans Sometimes, somehow the prospect of a quiet pause proposes a reconsideration of each projection and each intention, making room for a new song photo: mine prompts: Poets on the Page, Five … Continue reading Cuckoo’s New Song