You are my nine o’clock
summer sunset.
The scent of honeysuckle
and sweet pea breezing
through the bones of trees
and in through my open window.
© Nicole Lyons 2016
my nine o’clock
You are my nine o’clock
summer sunset.
The scent of honeysuckle
and sweet pea breezing
through the bones of trees
and in through my open window.
© Nicole Lyons 2016
the maiden, mother and caffeinated crone
Poetry and prose by Basilike Pappa
a division of Blank Paper Press
collective of indie-published writers & readers who want to discover them
Ugh this is gorgeous.
And so is the picture.
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