Looking Into The Forest, Considering A Dream

~I woke to the sky in its blue culmination and still early morning. Last night, I dreamed of two poets, Eavan Boland, whose last book I’d read recently and had passed away last year and Edna St. Vincent Millay; although Edna was born much earlier than Eavan, Eavan was an older woman in the dream and…… Continue reading Looking Into The Forest, Considering A Dream