Poems, Haiku and Stories
We’re timeworn weary~ Dog tired from making litter~ Trees bark paper tears.
Sometimes that twinkle in her eye is not a thing of stars nor hint of dreams but an imminence of teardrops, a close call to sorrow. Mayhap, long held her…
Love does not know the color of the sun nor why wind fathoms or floes of water. It only feels and feeling so, accepts the slow rise of its dawning.
