Day 1680, smooth. Day's pictures, Poetry It froze after the first rain and leaves fell ~ the next morning sun broke the ice and we drifted apart ~ the distance warmed and the rough edges melted ~ soon this all is one againShare this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related