All of my red-headed girls
Dropped their tresses last night
On the lawn and stand bald-headed
Looking back at me. I
smile
Knowing them in their dishabille
To be lovely at heart.
©2013 Muriel Thumm
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
An Empty Vase
An empty vase can be cobalt blue barely reflecting light coming in the window, dim like the last row of trees on a weste...
-
Narcissism comes at the wrong time in life, comes when your young body is easy to love, your stomach muscles virtuous, when wa...
-
A woman assumes a man She puts him on like a coat Against the elements
No comments:
Post a Comment