Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Strayed

by Trudy Osteen Crow

Love leaned
then snapped
us back
like the spring
of an old screen door
Back -
to hearth
and home
Back -
to lukewarm

STORMS

Suddenly,
Rain
fell in
torrents
leaving behind
the Scent
of slow
DECAY
along with the 
PROMISE
of new
beginnings