The Dawn

I know this is a few days late; but, one’s first full week in one’s new abode, the celebration of one’s husband’s birthday, and the visit of an old friend to aid in said celebration are all, separately, events meriting a certain break in routine. Taken all together, they constitute a veritable mandate for a holiday.

Yet, even in the holiday-ing, I was not idle.

One final poem made it into the poetry collection before my husband’s editing eye could finish its first sweep-thru; as ’ti...