JUST A LITTLE PROSE FROM Ciara:


   Sky and mountains are crimson, like a Picasso rotating colors of purple, emerald, gold and silver through its kaleidoscope -- twisting and turning out shades of amber and gray and dissipating into tiny crystals that fall upon the ocean, calling to sea urchins and ships that pass through Her aura as time stands still . . . just for a fleeting moment. Then waves of yesterday float out to sea with all her creatures yielding to her guidance. Mother has spoken and those so finely in tune with the calling will follow.
   Shimmering in the twilight, dusk envelopes the land and fills the stale air with sweet remembrance of the day. Orange blossoms tunnel their way, yet are filtered, through the screens that separate folk from her garden.  Mother Nature is so instrumental in her call to the wind, resonating through the hollow walls of confinement and reaching out to us, telling us: "Hear me, smell me, see me, touch me.  Feel the presence of my glory, my undying devotion to heal the depressed, the weary, those thirsty for beauty and knowledge.  Come play with me.  Allow yourself to soar high above all else, as I gently caress you and wrap you in a cocoon until the Vernal season comes. It is then that I will tear open your shielded scars and birthday wrapping, and you will drift on gentle winds like a butterfly."

Hugs,
Ciara
oxox

I say,what a tease!

We need more of that Ciara.
Splendid INDEED!


Now, about last night?
Only joshing with you.

Tally-Ho!

While you're at it, Ciara, send Spring our way. With Syracuse playing Thursday night in Phoenix, we've been getting your weather forecast every day, as a teaser.

Ci Ci;
You write very well.

I, for one, would love to read more.

As you may have heard before, we have 4 seasons here in Florida;

almost summer,
summer,
still summer,
and Christmas

Sometimes I do miss the change of seasons.

Now if I could only find something to rhyme with equinox, I could write a poem for you CiCi.

Harry

Bravo Sedonna!

How about chicken pox, bagels and lox, curvy packages in a small box, too many men but too few cocks (sorry), sitting on the dock, watching the clock, I long for her long flowing hair or maybe just a lock, you have the key to open my lock but please don't mock (tee-he), a surprise when you uncover the rocks (diamonds), it will knock off your socks (or Red Sox since it's spring), Equinoxated: intoxicated, simple minds simple talks.

That was fun!

Hugs,
Ciara

I had my post surgery check up this afternoon and all systems are 'go'! Yay!

You go girl!  Wish I was there to share the experience.

I'm so happy to hear that you're feeling well again.

So are you ready to hop in the sack on you back and take a wack at something big and black. Wow! That's a snack!  

Wink!

Hugs,
Ciara

Didn't he write his first symphony at age seven?