On the boardwalk in Pensacola Beach, Florida.

Sad Charlotte

Her tea, in little drips Sad Charlotte sips – Badly wanting real friends

Empty / Knows

Though she blames him that her Love flames arose; He’s empty, and she knows

A Hint

we pass by at our ease, the grass, a hint of what’s meant by the breeze

the endless fall

a gray and orange pall: the day weighs hard within the endless fall

love and flowers

love and flowers both have powers to reach and still so much to teach

Old Flowers

They’re over by the sill, They stand there still, Though you and I are done