A Nothing Day Full Of Wild Beauty

It Is Always Pleasant To Learn That Someone Takes An Interest In A Work Which One Enjoyed Writing

Snow Falling Softly On Lashes Of Eyes You Love, And A Cold Cheek Growing Warm Next To Your Own In Hushed Dark Familial December.

One Tends To Write Beyond What's Needed

What Are The Questions You Wish To Ask?

I Wish I Could Press Snowflakes In A Book Like Flowers.