Under branches reaching... for light of stars and solitary moons and wanderers across the sky... Always I am here another tale unfolding;
By CL Redding: 3 years ago in Poets
LONG ISLAND SUMMERS I’d go back for just a moment, perhaps as long as one day and a night, enough, I think, to relish again
Summer heat-- sweet relief in darkened hall beneath the fan, the rumbling wind, the storm that blew the cool
I am not white... Not white, but tones of pink of gentle shades of tawny with constellations on my skin of greater and lesser