By Mike Turner A ripple in still water Steals ‘cross the mirror’d pool Stirred by a breath-like zephyr The languid air to cool Golden sunlight dappling Through foliage high in trees We lay in rustling grasses To gently take our ease Our lips so gently brushing In tender moment’s kiss Warm in our joint embraces … Continue reading A Ripple in Still Water
Academy of the Heart And Mind 