Watching the brief scattering of white flakes My thoughts drifted back to the last snowfall (the big Snow) and You. When the phone rang Your voice reached over the years and gripped My heart with a cold ache. You wanted to see Me but I had to say no. I’ve grown too fond of the sun warming My face, and I’ve learned that Snowmen and Sunshine don’t mix.
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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