Feed a Fever
Never Fades ©2015 Gary Garbett
An early March snowfall slowly danced to the poetry of Joni Mitchell. My tea kettle whistled. Not sure if I’m suppose to starve a cold or feed a fever. Steep and repeat.
A Passing Glimpse
Never Fades ©2015 Gary Garbett
An early March snowfall slowly danced to the poetry of Joni Mitchell. My tea kettle whistled. Not sure if I’m suppose to starve a cold or feed a fever. Steep and repeat.
