Trudy Blough
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Stories (2/0)
Garden in the Sun
It was a Sunday in early spring. I was up before the sun, and the cool, humid air fell through the windows. Behind a veil of clouds, the moon was still visible, looking down on my little house. As light stretched across the heavens, the garden outside glowed to life. All the flowers lifted their soft heads towards the sun. How delicately they worshipped it. I considered gathering some for my night table, but decided against it.For like me, they were happy where they were.
By Trudy Blough6 years ago in Poets
Little Hearts
Eyes full of curiosity, hearts composed of searching. With youthful philosophy dripping from their pink lips, they travel through this unjust world. They tire their small muscles discovering, collecting, experience after experience. Their hearts are full and they fill my heart; with their silly and soft words, with the ever present challenge of time and it’s fleeting. I try, yes I try not hard enough, to be a home for those little minds, a warm comfort in this rough world of confusion.
By Trudy Blough6 years ago in Poets