In her eyes,
green hills roll,
woodsmoke-tinge
grays the edge,
reminding
lonesome hearts
of wood stoves,
wool blankets,
and stillness. Continue reading “Woodsmoke”
In her eyes,
green hills roll,
woodsmoke-tinge
grays the edge,
reminding
lonesome hearts
of wood stoves,
wool blankets,
and stillness. Continue reading “Woodsmoke” →