poetry
{a poem by Teresa Williams}
Coyotes at Dawn
Blue light from the edges illuminate the streetlike an aura,like phosphorescent water, magicianof its spreading hue, of itsriseand soft dissolve.A moment later and another stillit touches the trees.
paradise
is the momentyou realizeyou've never beenapart from it
it is the bookstoreon Tuesdays scent of sconesand word blossomsit is the dahlia autumn lanternthe warm mug in your hand...
{a poem by Teresa Williams}
Coyotes at Dawn
Blue light from the edges illuminate the street
like an aura,
like phosphorescent water, magician
of its spreading hue, of its
rise
and soft dissolve.
A moment later and another still
it touches the trees.