Sometimes, when the hour grows late and the night covers me in despair, I think of you and the hurt rises as if some great beast awakes from its winter slumber and stirs in my soul. Tears well to the surface a cascade of scalding memories and I'm left breathless from the anguish of a long-ago broken heart
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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