vine and branch Starlight scatters wound flint paths of old songs to remember scales in rain. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like this:Like Loading… Author: Stacey C. Johnson I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places. View all posts by Stacey C. Johnson
Great image and poem that goes along with the poem.
Thank you, Jam.