outside my front door frost-bittten weeds wither between the gravel bashful birds flit in and out of a thorny hedgerow tendrils of woodbine intertwine with creeping ivy and wrestle with a fence festooned with a tracery of gossamer and silver snail spoors Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver # 96 […]
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