We are able to laugh when we achieve detachment, if only for a moment. —May Sarton I do at least a dozen silly things every day, thanks in part to fibro fog. The sooner I let go of my anger…
Poetry: Metamorphosis
Metamorphosis –May Sarton Always it happens when we are not there– The tree leaps up alive into the air, Small open parasols of Chinese green Wave on each twig. But who has ever seen The latch sprung, the bud as…