- February flings rain out into the cold, then curves its infant hands to catch the earth’s perfumes.
(24 Feb 2012) - Others’ hands, keeping my tempo, try to rinse away my voice, then hang what remains out in the wind, like ragged prayer flags.
(1 Mar 2012) - Même si tu m’accuse d’avoir l’élégance – tu as tort, My Love: it’s grace and forebearance hunting vile belligerance. (sorry… that’s really rough.)
(2 Mar 2012)
Hmmm. Hands, water, wind, stern views. Late winter, NE United States.
