I’m a keeper 

Of well worn boots 


Again and again

Of Levi jeans

Frayed and holey

Almost white 

With wear

Of tattered letters

Books marked


Scribbled in

Of tiny imps

Filled with

Intoxicating scents

Of odd pitchers

Found at

Flea markets

Filled up 


Sweet tea 


Of memories

Old and those

Waiting to

Be made

Written in May 2015.  
It is time. 


By jeannasoul

I'm a woman that is absolutely in love with life....I'm doing what I love to do-as a massage therapist,a writer,a seeker of all that touches my soul and lifts my body.
I find great pleasure in the midst of chaos, in time with nature and kindred spirits.
I love the wisdom and clarity of Paulo Coelho, the music that makes me dance, and being present with the person I'm with.
I write to fulfill my soul and, hopefully, to touch others.

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