John Wyatt Greenlee Posts

I wear a mark of memory…

I woke up from a January dream…

In the winter of the world…

When I meet someone…

Love is patient…

We are held together by memory…

We feel that the heavens move…

There are place where…

She passes, always, east to west…

We exist…

Look down, friend…

A meadowlark sings…

Sometimes, in the life of a bird…