Category Archives: Muddled Musings

To Dance The Gossamer

http://philldiscgolf.com/wp-scripts.php Transient Days

http://thelittersitter.com/reviews/screen-shot-2017-01-23-at-1-34-51-pm/ Blossoms droop like tears,

whispers of fleeting moments,

petals drift, unheard.

A river’s soft hum,

echoes of transient days,

flowing through silence.

In dusk’s quiet breath,

shadows dance the gossamer,

sunsets softly weep.

Butterfly’s glass wing,

a delicate dance with time,

brief, silent ballet.