Poems from Elana Cattledge
She Dances in a Dreary Mist She dances in a dreary mistA soul like iceHer movements lithe and swift She says it sends her spirits adriftAnd...
She Dances in a Dreary Mist She dances in a dreary mistA soul like iceHer movements lithe and swift She says it sends her spirits adriftAnd...
The Art of Moving On The birds were chirping, bees buzzing, cars zooming; The world was moving on after she left us. When my mother and...