Today is . . . quiet sage green, timid with the cold, clear and scented with long gone roses and lilies, decked with ice crystals that are gone by nightfall like memories of old love and melting dreams, a mournful jazz note breathed by a saxphone.
See September 21, 2008 for the genesis of my “today is . . . ” postings.
See September 21, 2008 for the genesis of my “today is . . . ” postings.
1 comment:
beautiful, as always. Thanks for stopping by my blog Erica. I am so honoured that you would include me in your 'writers write' series. Thank you so much. Email me at im@iseultmurphy.com if you want to chat:)
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