That only constant....
Things can happen so fast. Change falling like hail from a second ago blue sky. I've had loss that came too quickly in my life, left me...
That only constant....
Monday's poem and the apocalypse
Dear Friday, on a Saturday, I offer you this poem....
The year of July and Monday's poem
Monday's poem and life lately
Monday's poem
Monday's poem
Monday's poem and life lately
Monday's poem
Monday's poem and my life within it.
Monday's poem
Monday's poem
Monday's poem.
Monday's poem
Monday's poem
Dear Friday,
Monday's poem
A new space.
pivoting towards grace