In deepest sorrow,
I wait
As the sun crosses heaven,
I wait
Beckoning my lover,
I wait
Darkness falls, my crypt opens
I take you . . .
Marcia Borell is happily enjoying her 70th decade. She continues to make marvelous artistic messes and to drag the stories out of her head and into words strung together on paper or the computer. Drabbles and haibuns are her favorite forms. She also finds ways to nurture her world. Summers are spent in the garden and the greenhouse caring for monarch caterpillars and butterflies.
Published 2/14/24