April is National Poetry Month

She lifts her eyestowards the heavens;wants to rub her cheekagainst the soft, black, velvet midnight sky.Instead,she reaches up to catch a falling staras it lights up the nightin magic and mystery. One hand anchors against the lush green Earth.Moon shines above, guiding.The world around her,once cloaked in folds of greyand sleep-filled nights,is aliveand pulsingand breathing… Continue reading April is National Poetry Month