raindrops whispers archaic riddles
tracks of beasts not yet created
cocoon puddles enfolding memories
honey bees whistling at vivid flowers
daytime smooches cusp of evening
all borders propelled off this sphere
pacific tree frog jade on red maple
impersonates a bandit, juveniles smile
inside a glass globe, all nature waits
for kindness to open its merciful gates

Happy Sunday my cherished WordPress family.  If any of you responded to my comments to your post in the last two days, they may not have been answered.  WordPress was contacted late this afternoon and has already fixed it, but it is not retroactive.  So please forgive this as I know how busy everyone is at any given time.  Thank you for allowing me to be part of your life.  Love, blessings and peace, Joni