Socra Mama

  The Wind Blows The wind blows hot. The wind blows cold. “Which way is the world turning, mama?” My son asks me. And I don’t know. “Well,” ...

  I’m in love with you So much so That I can sit without ever moving  And watch you from a distance   I smile My heart is full of bliss Watc...

  I sat in a warm breeze   On a short November afternoon, Not thinking of anything in particular, Not hankering after anything at all. The d...

  Don’t forget to say goodbye. When autumn leaves are flying by, And skies are gray, and chilly winds Collect debris from alleys blown, Then...

  There are things that happen in the night While Count Basie plays his jazz  In the velvet deep, Under the cover and under the influence  O...

  The biting fly bides his time To find a spot not usually worth the mention. Then she slyly sticks her teeth into your skin. The reaction i...

  There are three suns behind our yellow one, Turquoise-teal, radiant jewels. They rise in the west at sundown  And feel their way to their ...