Back linking today to Sunday Whirl Wordle #111
Starched Can Cans
a bee
at the throat of a blossom...
sweet rapture
wind through praire sweeps
wild flowers this way that way
eager faces...
the excitement of children
running limbs carry
choo choo..
the train of thought
another busy day
each swirl nimble needle points
in hushed halls where vaults secure
they crave
the passion of
open fields
--gillena cox
