The Sound of Ink

The wolf reads my state of mind like it was a plump unaware child. A true friend, she knows what I’ll say before it bleeds from my tongue, and will nip at my heels to keep me from chasing dead ends. We survive the twisted outback of misinformation by weighing what we know against the desire to waste precious air. ©Susie Clevenger 2020 The Sunday Muse #96

Image Source ~ Alastair Magnaldo There are many things I’ll never have in this circus of the sun. Days add and subtract, glow bright even in the sweater gray of grief. Not every ladder climb reaches a dream, but those that do imprint the spirit and keeps my heart reaching toward hope. Life is a high wire walk through light and darkness. I know I can make it if I carry at least one pocketful of sun. ©Susie Clevenger 2019 The Sunday Muse #75