Daily Archives: March 22, 2017
.. longs for sea; quills salty feathered songs in wee poem pockets. ..
(an aubade) .. There weren’t quite enough clouds to stir up that crimson purple rose blush sort of sky cauldron, and the tangerine shine of rising yolk sun was acceptable, at best. Cue more birdsong. Cut the traffic din. Maybe … Continue reading
.. birdcry; the warming of her skin by sunburst sky ..