On the eve of something from long ago I walk out into a beautiful storm, the trees bend leaves and branches–freshly laundered linens, a veil, a dress, a comforter to keep us
to words once and always
eternal
On the eve of something from long ago I walk out into a beautiful storm, the trees bend leaves and branches–freshly laundered linens, a veil, a dress, a comforter to keep us
to words once and always
eternal