Mar 2020
Except for the
wind
creaking
the hinges
of the door
there is silence
but I can hear
and I feel closer to you
now
your hand
is no longer
ghostly
and invisible
Whit Howland © 2020
wind
creaking
the hinges
of the door
there is silence
but I can hear
and I feel closer to you
now
your hand
is no longer
ghostly
and invisible
Whit Howland © 2020
An abstract word painting.
