Mild winter lack of snow, white luster dulls the senses a chill in the air cuts to the bone leaves of a season past linger gingerly with no place in particular to go a blessing shared on widow's walk fare winds and following seas with all the anticipation of an early spring a sailors dream …
Trilby Yates
My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Trilby Yates 