Day of the Dead
Leaves cover his grave . . .
shadows brush across my heart . . .
remember, again
In lieu of NaNoWriMo’s novel writing, I am attempting to write a poem each day during the month of November.
Leaves cover his grave . . .
shadows brush across my heart . . .
remember, again
In lieu of NaNoWriMo’s novel writing, I am attempting to write a poem each day during the month of November.