Today we have a special guest to the Writer’s Retreat, poet Jay Hopkins.
There was season where I thought I knew my friends.
Then spring arrived all fresh and new.
And feeling woke, exploding across the sky.
A million starbursts of color did paint the tears
falling from my eyes. Vibrant and vibration were shaking
crost my mind. Friends had been but shadows in the bye.
Now strong and solid, deep and true my friends
were joy, peace, tranquility and truth.