My dreams are rich these days, guideposts to slowing down and receiving.  

This sky where we live is no place to lose your wings.

So love, love, love.

― Hafiz

I’m mesmerized by this poem.

Duplex: Black Mamas Prayingby Antoinette Brim-Bell. You can hear her read the poem, and her comment on it here:

https://dcs.megaphone.fm/POETS2328102497.mp3?key=c70bc102aac57751a2c57b3410465461

2 thoughts on “Harvest

  1. I look forward to hearing her read the poem. Harvesting. Yes. I am glad you are also feeling love.

    ❤️

    Elaine

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