In Your Absence
my yearning ripened like the last apple russet and out of reach but for the sun touching it briefly the […]
my yearning ripened like the last apple russet and out of reach but for the sun touching it briefly the […]
Again this spring The lilacs form tight-furled cones And promise to send their piercing fragrance Throughout the neighbourhood Though dinosaurs
It is not my mother I miss, but the idea of a mother–figure. I especially miss someone when I’m alone