Light as down, you floated a while, gradually fading, your smile a mere flicker. Your papery hands slipped through my fingers. Your breath dropped like wind and I, your thistle seed, caught here in earth’s embrace, watched as winter blasted you out of the atmosphere. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub […]
pillowed in grey cloud morning waits for its tonic small ray of sunshine Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1343 The Story of the Greek King and the physician Douban Today our story from the Arabian Nights is about healing.