you realize it’s time
to come to terms with solitude
don’t be afraid
art resides there
the nest is not empty
there are shells of future days
warming amid the
woven twigs
Poem and painting by Debi Taylor-Hough.
you realize it’s time
to come to terms with solitude
don’t be afraid
art resides there
the nest is not empty
there are shells of future days
warming amid the
woven twigs
Poem and painting by Debi Taylor-Hough.