Mystery shrouds dawn
Trees endure a damp embrace.
Will the sun return?*
* This is a riff off a photograph I took. I’m not really as moody as this sounds. Carry on.
seeking sublime surrender
“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." --Chaucer
Poetry, haiku. Life, word play, puns, free verse
In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.
Creative Nonfiction & Poetry
by Kelly L
THE DRIVELLINGS OF TWATTERSLEY FROMAGE
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