Late Winter These not-much days, late winter you hope, when the air breathes like a spring morning until a few steps later it’s freezing, north

Loving and Leaving them for 30 years
Late Winter These not-much days, late winter you hope, when the air breathes like a spring morning until a few steps later it’s freezing, north
I’m homesick. For the ocean, for the beach, for Jekyll. * Wednesday Vignette is brought to us by Flutter & Hum.
I’m using daily prompts associated with Inktober (artists doing ink drawings) to spur poetry this month. The poems flow from the prompts, though it may not be
Welcome to day 23 of 31 Days of Apocalypse, Now, a month of posts about apocalypse, revelation, uncovering what’s been hidden. Each post will look