PARTS AND PIECES Tree Hammock I remember it was cold, burning cold. There might have been snow on the ground. The wind was blowing, I can still feel the sting against my cheeks. Over the years the picture has faded, but the feelings have remained. Finding shelter was my first priority. As a child my … Continue reading Talking to you…4/14/20
Pupils dilated. I see through to your sadness, Underneath into the pools of love. Pain floats close to the surface. Where ripples love to play, Distorting what you have to give. The anger stings the outstretched hand. Are your eyes wide open, Or halfway closed?