Scarlett Letters

I’ve stopped thinking of you with fond appreciation
No expectations
You’re a dragon with no fire
Carrying on
I don’t have time for
Less than stone
A foundation
Sending my hope
Up with the birds
This quiet street
That empty seat
A minnow in a pond of loons
We hope for love but quit too soon
Burning my eternity of Scarlett letters
They drift into the night sky
plumes of goodbyes.

M.

The day before..

My birthday. It’s tomorrow.

So what can I say? As a writer and photographer I was deeply saddened by the events in France this week – and at the same time – tremendously proud to see the gathering for peace that followed. The pen is mightier than the sword.

Here’s a few images from the past week.

M.