Carolina Jessamine
Draped across bare trees
With reddening buds of spring
Clusters of yellow bugles
Sing to me
The chorus of woodland nymphs
Native bees
A mix of thoughts, experiences, flash fiction, poetry and humor of Ann Bennett.
I got these little scutters before my sister passed. I thought they would cheer everyone up in the house. Who knew the person I really got ...
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