This Gift — Charmed Chaos

Writing Room this Morning- Mesa,AZ

Dreary grey skies and vague random rain 

Tap, tap tapping at my window pane 

My writing room filled with whispered sighs

Of rose hues against a coal smoke sky

Such days are rare during this season

Where bright flowers fade, feeling beaten

And the scorching unrelenting sun

Setting the west on fire when day’s done I’ll […]

This Gift — Charmed Chaos
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