by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Your spotted back fits well in the dappled light of the wood as you wait utterly still for the night and her returning.
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Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry
by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Your spotted back fits well in the dappled light of the wood as you wait utterly still for the night and her returning.
Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry
fourwindowspress 
Oh … superb Ethel! And that hint of anxiety or danger in the waiting … !
Coming from you, I’m honored. Ethel.
another Ethel diamond
I’m humbled Standing Feather
This is wonderful, Ethel!