28 Tuesday Apr 2020
Posted in Poetry, Rambling, spirituality
Tags
familiar unfamiliar, home, life, love, memory, quiet, solitude, sometimes, summer, that thing I do, time, writing in the dark
sweet
the quietude becoming
ashes blown
now blue
the moon
recalled to breath
another summer
a long cold porch
leaving soon
the memory
of goodbye
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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