My Poetry and Prose Blogology
My Windswept Refuge
“over scours of vast windswept outlands
spread of my own emotional desertion
stands an oft-ignored and lonely tree”
“in our eclipse of age
we imagined calm bliss
in soft—empty nests…”
“tomorrow
sun’s bright light
will absolve…”
“over scours of vast windswept outlands
spread of my own emotional desertion
stands an oft-ignored and lonely tree”
“April’s flood me with color
but this year—she hid away”