Warmed toes in fur slippers
Walk about a tree grove
Dragging
Crunching
Fallen leaves
A desperate search
A hopeful clinging
To what used to be there.
A found home
Dusted from the rubble.
Don't forget to sweep.
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Dumping Grounds
PoetrySometimes when you are dumping your mind, poetry arises. In this anthology, travel with me to dreamy places or the dark corners of my mind, perhaps invoking the writer in you. I hope these pieces speak to you in some way as they have to me. Dumping...
