They float down,
Those Individual wisps.
Periods which end
No sentence.
Quotations,
Bereft of content.
I press my ear
Do the dormant grass
To hear the sound
Of their touchdown.
“Shhhh,” they said.
Gerald the Writer
Poetry, essay, and prose, oh my!
They float down,
Those Individual wisps.
Periods which end
No sentence.
Quotations,
Bereft of content.
I press my ear
Do the dormant grass
To hear the sound
Of their touchdown.
“Shhhh,” they said.
Gerald the Writer 
Those flakes just aren’t sure where to land. It’s like they’re aplogetic about messing with spring.
I didn’t hear an apology.
I plan to attend the Faith and Writing. I have a sense you attended in the past.
I’ve been to 4 or 5 of them. I haven’t been in about five years though. It’s a wonderful conference.