In the future I may post other pieces that I wrote as a member of the former network. But next week I hope to post something that has not been published before. God bless.
Freshly Raked
Grinning ear to ear,
a little girl falls backwards,
scattering brown leaves.
The Childhood Comforter
As a blizzard roars,
the quilt my grandma made me
warms from head to toe.
September
Tropical Storm Lee
brushed our city with its winds,
left here with your soul.
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