Karen L Griffin

Joined May 2020

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Her name was Gay, from a time when the word also meant bright like flowers, or the awnings at a fair. Gay was tall and beautiful
By Karen L Griffin6 years ago in Poets
Thoughts on a Summer's Walk
As summer ripens I ponder love: white light, and the two souls, their undulations spiraling the air, giving over to silence. This they dare
By Karen L Griffin6 years ago in Poets
Resolve
This is love, to see the sun sparkle On late summer trees, dust-glimmered in their celandine glory, This is life, to hear the raw honesty
By Karen L Griffin6 years ago in Poets
FINAL WISHES
When I am old, a fragile yet strong old lady, I want to live by the sea: pearly hair lifting in the salt wind, I shall watch the birds and dream of flying,
By Karen L Griffin6 years ago in Poets
THE FOREST GLADE
She had known that particular corner of the woods since childhood. It always seemed terribly ancient to her. Moss grew there, and some kind of exotic wild flower that she had never learned the name of. She never asked, for that corner of the woods was her secret.
By Karen L Griffin6 years ago in Humans