THE POET BY DAY

Daily Archives: January 27, 2018

i remember … walking to your gray-stone house on the crust of snow in March, when the air was still and soft, reminiscent of pearl, it was a night of smoked glass that felt like a dream ~ it might have been the whispers of love… the sweetest of songs, sung into the ether while your warm spirit hung on bare trees, a rose bud expecting summer awakening to find itself chilled… Read More