Poetry
Falls Beginning
Monday, September 17th, 2007Veil-shrouded, the bride clutches her orange, red and brown bouquet in an ever tightening grip. With each step forward, she brings us colder to the altar of hats and cocoa warmed fingers. Days of soup and snuggled comfort.
She leaves behind a single girl’s dances flower bedecked beauty, to rise a regal queen, her cheeks still […]