Sunset of coral-tinged clouds
Damp air like breathing through
Home. Or nearly.
One last night in Pittsburgh
Then the olden-times tomorrow on the train,
Saying goodbye to the high desert.
“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." --Chaucer
Poetry, Photography, haiku,
In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.
Creative Nonfiction & Poetry
by Kelly L
THE DRIVELLINGS OF TWATTERSLEY FROMAGE