Secret Ingredients
Dust
We of painted clay
Molded from the living earth
Destined to return
Flock
Birds take flight en masse
Forming paintings in the sky
For just a moment
Reminiscence
Smoke borne on the wind
Transporting me to the hearth
Of my childhood home
| S | M | T | W | T | F | S |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 2 | |||||
| 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 |
| 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 |
| 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 |
| 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 |