The Pond at Solstice–Wendy Morton
Some beauty to counter our confusing late January dun. Poem and picture by Wendy Morton: THE POND AT SOLSTICE Today, wind, alderfall. The thin December sun....
Some beauty to counter our confusing late January dun. Poem and picture by Wendy Morton: THE POND AT SOLSTICE Today, wind, alderfall. The thin December sun....
The ardent air of Southern California (So Cal in the currency) creeps in easily enough, and unlike Cosmo Kramer, I’m fine with it. I should be; this marks...
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