Post by Fee Thomas

Three Gratefuls and A War Strawberries, peaches, walks by moonlight. Stallions which run fast paced, cinnamon, helpless, helpless, helpless birds across the sky. Holy Water lightly touched on the forehead. Only what's left. The dying and the dead. Guitars, art on walls, frozen popsicles. They say you can rewire your brain with three gratefuls a day. Ocean waves, stained glass windows, beautiful archways of doors. I don't know too much about this life. Hard wood floors, the sound of crickets, lemons squeezed in my hands. The whole world is exploding. Oversized pillows, hand crocheted throws, the sun breaking dawn. Wars upon wars upon wars upon wars... Bubble gum, paint brushes which never come clean, melodies of music. Ballet figurines, Rotating sprinklers, Birds in flight. Flowers wet from rain, fresh morning snow, My father’s golden smile.