Bless This Night

I usually like my Saint Francis a bit spiker than this one -- I have a feeling he was a tough old goat. But how to resist those "ten miles of angel-pin turns"?

Go read "Bless This Night," by Mary A. Koncel, yesterday's poem on Poetry Daily.

1 Comments

Pat Bow said:

This is nice. Something to think about when you drive along and see the pitiful furry bodies by the side of the road.

haiku -- late winter was the previous entry in this blog.

Plain Kate meets Linay is the next entry in this blog.

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