Isn’t it romantic – the way it climbs and curls uncaring whether welcomed, undeterred by the inhospitable brick and mortar of our lives. It enchants us, vivid, lush with promise; curves holding light and shadow ...
Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday
The thought perches upon my shoulder, like a sparrow, quietly undemanding, yet claiming my attention. It’s softness and patience unmoors me, as time races past the point I felt certain I’d reach, the person I’d become …
Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday