Letter From Emily, Virginia Farm Country
by Danna Molly Weiss The sun is slipping like a lucky gold coin back into God’s pocket for the night And I am writing, daring as Emily Dickinson beneath my prim parted hair
by Danna Molly Weiss The sun is slipping like a lucky gold coin back into God’s pocket for the night And I am writing, daring as Emily Dickinson beneath my prim parted hair