Holding Out My Hand
Dawn breaks in weary solitude, with remnants of exhausted beauty shattered and scattered. Defeat lay evident like a threadbare prayer …
Tag: Beth Winter
waiting for clear skies
storms come with hovering bluster, lightning strikes, sharp-edge hail and stripping winds, then if luck holds, they move on to …
memos to love, overlooked in a crowd
wake me when the careless moon impales on naked branches and stardust thrashes through ocean waves before surrendering to the …