poems at sunrise April 6, 2016 1 Comment I daren’t question my eyes– these things I see, shaking me, taking my pen, once again, writing their poems at sunrise.
Lisa R. Palmer says April 6, 2016 at 8:44 am The muse rules… always. We can but go where we are led. Please follow her, Eric, though never blindly, for we all benefit from the words she inspires… Reply
The muse rules… always. We can but go where we are led.
Please follow her, Eric, though never blindly, for we all benefit from the words she inspires…