I trouble you not
Laying out bare my soul
Undone
Un~harvest
Lapped by layers of
Wind & sky
Clouds sit on my horizon
Still grey
Stalled unheard
The cove lapps the stone bluffs
Ice points sharply down
Entering the cold waters below
Beautiful and sad, Joanie! How goes the chapbook?
Looking forward to spring – this week will be a nice preview of the season, I think!
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