Listen to me, you golden beauty

Livelihood If you were a beast and it was May, I would say Listen to me, you golden beauty, we must walk through those flames. Do not fear. Shhh, calm, calm your hooves. Calm your trample, trampling. Look at me. With my hands to the muzzle I lead the prosperity of my summer yield, garlanded

I thought it my apprenticeship

Allegiance When others mocked you I stood firm and said, Your vision would be for our betterment. In happy fealty I volunteered, Believing your requests would teach a path Worthwhile for more than monetary gain; I thought it my apprenticeship’s terrain. Your fair-minded way inspired me. I trusted the value of your guarantee. This confidence

The Best Instruction

While looking for some entertaining archival posts, I came across this micro-poem from a year ago: The Best Instruction You might receive an email telling you such ‘n such. Don’t worry! Take no action! May your week include more emails that require less action. — Twitter: @BeadedQuill Facebook: BeadedQuill Books: In the Ocean: a year