Crickets! Were they already here? I sat solitary and intentionally listened For the first time this year To their low, long, slow song of consistency…
Crickets! Were they already here? I sat solitary and intentionally listened For the first time this year To their low, long, slow song of consistency…
Snippets of poetry – little lines Metaphors and similes Creep near me at night Like a curious wild creature Knowing they’ve been spotted Admired Considered…
So hot it comes out that my hands cannot hold Onto the mug that contains it Enticed I cautiously let some of the Dark liquid…
With enough freedom to dance, but not float away A white shirt bobs on top fo the breeze Pinned at the shoulders to a clothesline…