May 2020
When I close my eyes
I always see
Paris sketched in hard
charcoal
I must have arrived
too late
in life for the dreamy
muted tones
of innocence romance
and youth
Whit Howland © 2020
I always see
Paris sketched in hard
charcoal
I must have arrived
too late
in life for the dreamy
muted tones
of innocence romance
and youth
Whit Howland © 2020
A word painting.
