Out of Place Sep19 Ghost of Summer Past parades on incongruous stage, rays reflecting a sunshine lost in folds, memory’s purse set aside for special purchase; it dances, floats, levitates, takes a bow as warmer days fall, moaning, into the crypt. Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading...
Spring’s Bulletin-Board Apr6 Winter’s sticky-notes To-Do List for the next round Spring’s bulletin board Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading...