Cold February 17, 2014October 5, 2014Winter4 Comments Warm, vaporous plumes Her breath, turning to crystals That cling to my face.
Susurrus of leaves
comingingling with my mem’ries
floats me back to you
Over rolling hills
Sweeping, laughing, rushing past.
Finally, it’s free.
Wore a skirt today
Marilyn Monroe moment
Oops. Fashion faux pas.
Syracuse winter
girls shiver on Marshall Street
why don’t they wear coats?