Summer’s Wreckage
Summer’s wreckage; a darkish startof September days
Summer’s wreckage; a darkish startof September days
Emily Dickinson writes “September’s Baccalaureate / A combination is / Of Crickets – Crows – and Retrospects / That makes the Heart put up its Fun / And turn Ph...
Down the road from my house, the lake is a magnetic. Swimmers are thirst for water. Walkers are intent, eyes open for little joys; summer’s forget-me-nots. Todd...