the sieve and the sand

Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother's poetry blog.

fresh fall air and dying leaves

Friday Morning

poetry

Now I travel South
Towards a break in the clouds,
Sun, with any luck

October 30, 2015October 30, 2015 Jay W. Ess Tagged clouds, fresh fall air and dying leaves, poem, poetry, southbound, sun Leave a comment

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