It is time for the Fifth Annual Bloggers (Silent) Poetry Reading (thanks, Deb). Deb also inspired me to share one of my own. Yes, it really is a poem written by me. I was 17, be gentle.
Laughter
Laughter always seems to
open up the silence of a
rocky plight.
It bubbles up like a stream and
spreads its light like a golden field
of wheat.
I love the sound of
laughter on a bright
spring day, or in the dark and
ominous spaces of a starry night.
