Thursday, March 04, 2010

A morning Thought

The roses came with names, they left their visiting cards,
to rent a space in my garden's sunniest spot,
calling San Joaquin Valley a home.
In my mind ,travels the endless dream,
at some speed,
while poems are conflicting;
between what was then in,
What is now out here, at the foot of The Sierra Nevada.

Laila Neihoum
Clovis CA March 2010