Drums and Words

A Celebration of Life and Wisdom

Down a Hidden Path

Down a Hidden Path

You criticize me: a spring runs in the sunlight to a shady nook.
Slighting words: the soil’s warm between my toes.
The wrong is mine: I feel the blossom breeze come in.
Birdsong lightens the creative air
Where I walk beside the stream.
You love me: your lamp-lit house gleams among the dusky leaves.

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