SEE OUR MOON
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:35pm
I live in a fortress
of sanctity
where My Every Word
is a sacred step
to where I already am
locked-in by a sky
of charcoal clouds
wafting over Our Crescent
Moon
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:35pm
I live in a fortress
of sanctity
where My Every Word
is a sacred step
to where I already am
locked-in by a sky
of charcoal clouds
wafting over Our Crescent
Moon
It seems to me that your writing is changing and developing its character.
That’s exciting Ben, and I am so grateful to you for having followed me since the beginning of this blog.