Golden Weave First Love Retrieve
Barbara M. Schwarz
Simple moments to conceive
Simple moments to relieve
Simple moments to design
Fresh air and pure sunshine
On the front: “Golden cleave”.
Purple Eyes Publishing
Words can never quite convey what our heart wish to relay.
first bloom quarter the bee that rose to slaughter
Picture poetry, as threads glisten endlessly in shades so infinitely inclined to how the sun aligned - a flashpoint of diffusion - to conjure shape in light profusion. Shades of allegory - the nuanced sense to start to see - how forms imaginatively free - the focus of new poetry with the words mentioned ostensibly in hidden gestured energy. And quiet birds whisper in the air : lets' just see what's there'.