cicada night song
echoes through my stone
pillow
the shrill crying fills
empty spaces in my soul
stars candle our communion
©Susie Clevenger 2020
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Sunday, February 9, 2020
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You were a cold December wind I left to search for my August moon. ©Susie Clevenger 2020 Poets and Story Tellers United ~ Weekly Scribblings... -
We danced to the end of the world on piano keys warmed by the moon. ©Susie Clevenger 2021 American Sentence: Seventeen syllables The Sunda... -
My wings are torn pages from poetry and hope tomorrow will find us kinder, at peace. ©Susie Clevenger 2025 NaPoWriMo Day 30