The Writing Balm

When we stand in drifts of rainThat bathe our bodies underTrees that shudder in windCarrying new seeds to new placesWe know that nature is somethingto fearand to wonderat.I wonder at the rows of tulipsBright like freshly kissed lipsat dawn, and it reminds meof sweeter holds in bedroomsI’ll never visit again. I didn’t wander lonelyI wanderedContinue reading “The Writing Balm”