Her hands clasped to mine we walked along autumn’s path crunching beneath our feet the remnants of yesterday’s glory she picked up a leaf what I thought was dew was a tear “why do you cry, my love?” my eyes thoughtful “life is perishing beneath our feet we are crushing aged spring we walk theContinue reading “Traversing Autumn’s Path #poetry #photography #loss”
A last embrace -The poignant end of life for an elderly couple this week .
“Honey, these shoes ya bought is a little snug” “All they had wuz a size 8” “I think mine is 11. My big toe is one size. “Maybe we should switch my shoes is a size 10.” Thanks to Susan of Stony River for always coming up with creative prompts. Enjoy many Micro Fiction storiesContinue reading “Times Are Hard (Micro Fiction)”
There is a beginning to life, to love, to hope.