A Slow Saturday.

.....This cold thing seems to be kicking my rear. I'm not hacking and coughing badly, but I sure feel run down. Going to the Quilt Show and having lunch with TBT today just about did me in. So I spent the rest of the day watching the Tele and scribling bad sonnetry. I'm hoping I feel a little more human tomorrow.

Amongst the rows of pretty patterns laid,
A labyrinth of color beguiles me.
Sweet breath inhaled, awareness will doth fade.
Fronds sway as God sings soft to them in key.

In harmony a voice arises sweet,
A music suddenly creating life.
A bright ethereal being of heat,
Who dances in air to tunes on a fife.

A magic being woven in the air,
Of words and light built of a beauty fierce.
Its strength a challenge to all who would dare.
Its love a weapon all hearts it can pierce.

Creation is a union with the blesst.
The essence of the universe confessed.

.....Now I think it is time to go and dig up something for dinner. And maybe something hot to drink. It is cold in here.

.....Aaron / Arontius.