jars of dew
on the veranda
tomorrow
i will consecrate
my baby's body
the brevity
of your sweet nothings
at times
i long for blossoms
rather than a bud
the meadow
astir with blue skimmers
their wings
darning these placid days
into our histories
Showing posts with label Ripples in the Sand. Show all posts
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Thursday, December 08, 2016
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