Murmurs The wind rakes his fingers through the weeping willow’s tangled hair She murmurs in response, Seagulls swirl above, ca ha ha laughter their commentary Picnickers scurry like nervous squirrels to pack up their cars, As a curtain of raindrops... Continue Reading →
Wise Tailor Eating alone again I work my way down the sizes in my closet Make regular trips to the tailor To have waistbands taken in When I walk in with you The tailor assures me, “Should you need it,... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 