their truth calls them out
I see it more and more each day
it saddens but informs me
validation
I am
but when I’m seen
it’s the sugar on top
Book Spine Poetry: ii.
welcome relief from a long, cold winter & the frigid, howling winds of isolation
sunshine—
the promise of spring
you are a balm
for my soul!
Silent Sunday
cable tv
winter’s lingering
frigid gusts
The Perfect Storm
so apropos
green
and so, we wait…
Wordless Wednesday
Book Spine Poetry: i.
Silent Sunday
A Sawyer's Daughter 
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