tenbrunsel2Mar 2, 20211 min readSHE WRITES WITH MEI sit and write my memoirs atop this ancient mountain; a brook babbles below. A boy leaps headlong into a leaf pile outside my window. The sun is low in my sky, and she writes with me.“Poetry on My Mind,” p33, (click on SHOP TAB)
I sit and write my memoirs atop this ancient mountain; a brook babbles below. A boy leaps headlong into a leaf pile outside my window. The sun is low in my sky, and she writes with me.“Poetry on My Mind,” p33, (click on SHOP TAB)