Updated: Jun 24, 2024
We held hands
by a gray-green sea
skipping through
warm tidal pools
tiptoeing in the foam
searching for
the moon snail
on a shell covered shore.
Now I walk
in colder days
a long way from the sea,
close my eyes
and think of him
laughing there with me.
Formless, I drift on a caravan of memories. Timeless, I wait for the present to take form. Shadowed shapes surround me. Drawn to the...
The bright shining light of a morning sun falls upon her shoulders. She coaxes greens and dandelion from the springtime garden. The...
Sissy stands in ankle-high grass, her back to the hill, her arms raised regally above her chestnut hair. Down-field, by the creek, her...
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