Mar 7, 2022
2 min read
WHEN WORDS AND PAINTING COMBINE
Winter Inhaled and Held Her Breath Too Long
It feels as if we’ll never hear a rain song . . .
On a veiled horizon where no holly hung
thirsty bark bleating as a lone spirit sung
tiptoeing tupelo tries to be far-flung
I saw her . . . I saw her in a somber hue.
