Caveat: Poem #521 2018-01-03, 05:06 2023-03-22 A Daily Poem / Book 1 / My Poetry & Fiction Chill night holds the treestaut to her body like ghostsrefusing to die. Previous PostCaveat: The Long Sleep Next PostCaveat: Go. Don’t Go. Miracles. One comment Bob Gehrenbeck 2018-01-03 at 20:41 7 years ago Awesome poem! Happy New Year! Comments are closed.
Awesome poem!
Happy New Year!