The Sound of Ink

  In the pristine sparkle where footprints don’t mar sunlight or ruffle the coverlet of new fallen snow I am a mere brushstroke in wonderland holding space for poets who need to fill their eyes with ink. ©Susie Clevenger 2021 The Sunday Muse #145

first winter blown kiss delicate frosting of love echoes through snowflakes ©Susie Clevenger 2020 Carpe Diem #1797 New Beginnings ~ First Snow