A Misty Walk
1 min readApr 20, 2020
A walk in the mist
Ended at a tree
That had their
Initials carved.
He picked that
Place to mourn
Her loss and
Sat on the moist
Ground with
Tears streaming
Harder than
The rain now
Pelting him.
Written by Paula Dotson Frew
I love to write and self-published my first book of poetry last year, a book of Haiku this year, and a book of short stories later this year!