When I read Dickinson
The monkey hangs down the creepy long greensAmidst the sun kissed leavesThrough the spotted rainsThrough the blues of the skyWhile Emily Dickinson warms my bedAnd the speckled dust hugs my window p…...
12 Years Ago
The finality of death!
She was an embodiment of courage, of affection, of determination, of love! She was a spirited woman. I adored and respected her. The earliest memories I have of her is that of getting down from the…...
13 Years Ago
