The sun hangs on long in the evening, slow to nestle under cover of the horizon, reminding me that summer nights are coming, s’mores and starlight, fireflies and cricket song, and several “just-a-few-more” minutes with you in the silver path of a summer moon swooning in the comfort of our settled love. —C.L. Fisher, MarchContinue reading “Swooning”
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