The Heron's Path
How do you hold innocence,
when the wolf is your shadow?
Hungry and wild, poisoned pawed, but calling you to run toward your honest self? 59 more words
1 month, 3 weeks
There is a buzzing in my ears,
blending with the indigo of fears,
tears are copper tacks, rusting under trees,
my heart so far away from me. 30 more words
Typing around my cat’s tail until she moves to make biscuits
on my gray sweater that rests on the table next to my desk.
There is a jungle of my husband’s papers and maps, 195 more words