You love me
balls to the wall...

Winter came early
to the low country...

You always had me
scratching at the dirt...

Wondering if my words are ever coming back...
relishing the day when I can put more than a...

I no longer
end my calls...

I miss the night sky...
The real sky at night...

Oh you were big!
A head the size of a mack truck...

Sweet baby bird
with your wings burned black...

Deep forest green gives way
to natures soft subtle hues...

You were my first,
you have been the only...

I wish the world
was not so cold...

We all learned
to build bridges...