… the sound of crickets chirping on calm summer nights…
I mustn’t stay
I really can’t go
Gaping at the seams
Light a smoke and have a party
All these beams
Hung on fancy strings
Alight these wings
Pastries flown in from Bavaria
Suspended from
The super-past
I want to smell the freshly cut grass
And see your face, your smile
rain down on me
Budding trees
Soon to be canopies
Light my heart on fire
Your face
Your smile
This breeze
Ah the light of springtime
Nina Lois is a graduate student at the University of Colorado at Denver obtaining a Master's Degree in Humanities with a B.A. in political science. Her passions are broad when it comes to the human condition. She is deeply interested in philosophy, psychology, environmental and social justice, peace studies, music, nutrition, tradition, and progress. 
Upon her imminent graduation, she wishes to contribute to the health, wealth, and happiness of the community through involvement, writing, and research. For goodness's sake, love the body, cultivate the mind and a garden, and feed the soul!
She can be contacted at nlturtledove[at]gmail[dot]com
Steam from the coffee
Permeated our nostrils
An oboe carried a raw melody
in through the open window -
Lace curtains waved in an afternoon breeze
Drawing attention away
From paintings dotting greying walls
to an unfocused point
suspended somewhere in the air
The perfect scene of a film,
My czech cousin and I agreed. Who is to recognize the voice of the calling?
Thanks again
Lois!
it was SO awesome to meet you and hug you talk with you and dance with you!
you are so cute as a button! yay!
March 9th, 2007 at 7:41 pm