AT THE TOUCH OF LOVE...

I open the shutters
and Greece
which had been waiting

patiently for me
to awaken to
acknowledge its beauty

comes clattering
in my window
a heap of mountains

a blue of sky
sunlight pooling
itself at my feet

like a morning
that thought it was
a cat

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My honeymoon and the first time I had been in a Mediterranean country...I was overwhelmed and the senses totally thrilled.

At the touch of love. . . everyone becomes a poet. - Plato