Orphan Poetry or Paradise Lost: VI. Matins Matins Light-fast asleep Sunday’s dawn still slumbers East. 45.877981 8.678130 Share this:Tweet Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp More Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related By bonniemcclellan Mother, poet, american ex-pat from Texas living in Northern Italy. View all of bonniemcclellan's posts.
Thanks for stopping in Brad; it’s good to remember that maybe it’s worth my while to concentrate on making my work more compact. Grazie. Reply
Bonnie McClellan-Broussard 
I love. The simplicity’s beautiful. The complexity masterful.
Thanks for stopping in Brad; it’s good to remember that maybe it’s worth my while to concentrate on making my work more compact. Grazie.