a Sonnet for Linda
I stand in darkness looking out the door.
Dim lights reflect in puddles on the street.
The night is young, but fear comes to the fore- 157 more words
There I was reaching the summit where the sun laughed across rocky outcrops. Scattering sparkling giggles of dew upon the grass. My hands reaching out to grasp a branch, a strong arm saying “grab hold I won’t let you fall.” My fingers stretching outward into the splinter sinews of forever. 186 more words