Ah, winter comes again
And again
The foul wind
Needs not remind me
How dreary winter is.
Tag Archives: Dree
Sandy's Place
Sandy’s place always smelled of apple pie. When you’d leave the smell would trail you down the street. As I passed old Sandy’s place long since closed (she’d passed away) I saw the gutter overflowed with leaves. Down the street past Sandy’s place I looked up, just beyond the streetlight Towards the tower where IContinue reading “Sandy's Place”
Our Life Together Ended In A Briefcase
Our life together ended in a briefcase. A suitcase began a chapter of my new life. The world has turned into my harshest teacher. Every strife and struggle cut me like a knife. Ate up every lesson, like a good consumer. Paid every price. No Credit. No returns. I made myself new friends on theContinue reading “Our Life Together Ended In A Briefcase”
