by Connie Jarka
Pine sways in the winter grey
Flakes greet yesterday’s ice;
Sun waits for just the right time
To come back above a world in worry of plight.
as we figure it all out together.
by Connie Jarka
Pine sways in the winter grey
Flakes greet yesterday’s ice;
Sun waits for just the right time
To come back above a world in worry of plight.
as we figure it all out together.