Gazing through the swirling snows at the last few ruffled crows, roosting with tenacity as a fierce nor’easter blows— not one jeering caw is sounded now that they are likewise grounded.
Words are but words Still black and still white A devine intervention Should bring mentor's delight For a soul graced with words Which she never could write.
Words are but words
ReplyDeleteStill black and still white
A devine intervention
Should bring mentor's delight
For a soul graced with words
Which she never could write.