Only a wild breeze may kiss memories of sunshine into linen.
Small bare feet struggle in mud in the last effort to cross the border
Even after the bombings, his blood has to be washed from the shirts
Remembering her shadow covering day’s final sunlight, I sleep.
Today we are doing Ekphrastic on the wind with Merril at dVerse, We have the choice of using any of the four pictures above, but I couldn’t choose, so I did four American sentences with my mind constantly on what happens in Ukraine for each of the pictures.
March 1 2022