nancy ray taylor
Creating memories of dreamy days and moonlit
trails

I stopped to smell the pungent fragrance of the
showy funnel-shaped blossoms of the Temple Tree,
Frangipane...and as I anticipate the change of
seasons...I looked towards the east...and stumbled
upon a gift... I take with me... as I press my nose
against the window pane...

I shall not retreat...but bloom with every
opportunity given...and if I become cold...my heart
shall thaw...even the hardest part of the night...

this is my song...