My Poetry and Prose Blogology
Summer Hands
“We sprinkle summer dust in our palms
then sleep in its reveries of enchantment
waking to the blessings of a pristine adventure…”
“We sprinkle summer dust in our palms
then sleep in its reveries of enchantment
waking to the blessings of a pristine adventure…”
“God tightly grasped my innocent hand
when I was small and scared of steps”