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.
“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." --Chaucer
In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.
Creative Nonfiction & Poetry
by Kelly L
THE DRIVELLINGS OF TWATTERSLEY FROMAGE