Offering

House of Heart

If I could return to your sanctuary I would bring one last offering.  Those words you loved,  that you spoke a thousand times  or wrote just once.  I would place them near,  let those tender verses lie down beside you.
Wild Wood

A trampled path winds

its way through the

reaching arms of evergreen

to a misty wild wood where my

heart lies down with yours.

White tail deer nibble goldenrod

and lift the veil of solitude.

Spring showers and wild flowers

flourish there  where

April lives forever.

art © Joan Egert

In Memory

World Poetry Day

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