Todays Blog is a poem:
She was of an age to feel the sadness in that spring.
The white radiance of dogwoods sifting subtle
perfume was no longer enough.
Nor violets tender in cool rain.
All morning the mourning doves cooed.
Shades of new green amazing her eyes,
dazzling her spirit, weren’t drug enough to forget.
Nor crescendos of birds and bright flashes.
The grarled dead tree stood
stubborn in the woods she walked.
Thank you for reading and enjoy your day.
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I am having a few of my books converted over to audio – For now they are only available on Apple but soon will be available on Overdrive so they can be available at your local libraries who participate with their services.