We breathe life’s breath.
We feel the sensation of warmth from the sun.
Beauty surrounds us, and we are in awe.
To be touched by the gentle hand of a woman,
is to be caressed by the feathered wings of angels.
It is a gift to be able to share the joys of your heart.
A divine gift to accept the present of mortality.
And it would be a shame to wait ‘till the holidays to open it.
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
Be always safe,
Karen
Carpe moonlight...
Blessings,
Christine