Cloudsthe ugly yellow-greenof a week-old bruiseovertook the sky like plagueswelling and cramping the atmospherewith the restless, bloated insistenceof..
Sheets snap on the line in the morning breeze;Smells of dewy earth and Clorox bleach;I close my eyes and let my memory reach,And sail again with you o..
I walk outinto the fresh-bathed Morningdream steamy and utterly silent.Not even the birds dare breakthe fragile film of peace.I stand suspendedwithin ..
Grey this morningAnd coolWith intermittentChirpingBecoming insistentInterrupted byraucous cawing from the East.Patches of fogSlowlyClearing from my br..