The Last Mile is Always the Hardest
Winter collapses Sun sinks into horizon near nine Perennials emerging from rest, rain washing sleep from their eyes Hope Awakens in me . Bleakness crumbles Sun births from horizon near six Leaves emerging from darkness, light drawing life from their veins Hope Awakens in me . And yet even in Springtime the wind bites the … More The Last Mile is Always the Hardest







