Ahhh, the joy of old.
No straining or explaining
why I bulge here instead of there
or not at all.
No trying to be something I’m not
or not to be
something I am.
Old, you know my shape,
accommodate it with grace,
as you’ve been trained.
poetry, prose, and photos scribed by Shirlee Sky Hoffman and others
Ahhh, the joy of old.
No straining or explaining
why I bulge here instead of there
or not at all.
No trying to be something I’m not
or not to be
something I am.
Old, you know my shape,
accommodate it with grace,
as you’ve been trained.
In this space, I will be directing you to new posts on SkyScribed.
Be sure to look at Others/British Columbia Friend for simply spectacular sunset photos. Some people just live in the midst of plenty! And while you’re in Others, please go to Links to Others to get to Matt Ponak’s album, Bridges of Song, available on bandcamp.com.
I’ve also added even more new photos to the Sunrises and Sunsets and Fauna categories in the Photos section of the site. Yes, I still know photos can’t actually be “scribed,” but the world can be framed, and that’s what I’m doing.
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