would you like a dance?
She responds with a curious look and an upraised, wrinkled brow.
I mean, would you please dance with me?
She casts a shy glance through lowered lids.
And reaches for his outstretched hand.
Why, yes. I would be delighted.
And dip again.
With a hat tip–
Thank you, ma’am.
With a curtsy–
It was my pleasure, kind sir.
clinging to tendrils of my imagination
and stirred by breezes down the dry canyon,
love indeed floats on wisps
of crisp, autumn air
Each Monday, miss Ann over at Holy Experience gathers His love stories from far and wide.
Kindly she opens her front porch and gives us room
to share of His wondrous blessings.
We try to count but cannot,
as they number like stars
in the wide open sky…
I have been away from this place far too long.
Still, His showers drop like Love rain
Thank you for this opportunity
and place to grow