Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
The poetarian peered at the matte obsidian sky and, defying earth’s gravity, with wings she began to glide
Amber light streamed down from the arched windows, splattering the altar and their upturned faces and there in that golden moment, they found peace in the holiest of sacred places
Linger here persimmon… in fire dawn for winter is coming much too soon rest in cool arms of rich golden autumn bask in the orange haze of harvest moon when the leaves fall and leave mellow fruit as you ripen in smoldering morning… Continue Reading “Persimmon”
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