my undoing
of the layers
tightly worn in longing
and mourning
fall to their death
around my feet
and the muse
if there is one
will have none of it
.
my undoing
of the layers
tightly worn in longing
and mourning
fall to their death
around my feet
and the muse
if there is one
will have none of it
.
The Beautiful Due
Artful Words to Inspire Everyday Living
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
My undoing feels strong these days. Need hope and joy to fight back
you’ve got me thinking and it’s so early to be doing that! (5 AM) ;>)
One of your best.
i keep asking when we will see this in print… i wanna hold them in my hands, bound between hard backs, see them resting on the table next to a pile of homeschool papers, near where we eat breakfast.
blessings.