I arrived home late yesterday afternoon. Nearly a week in the hospital was quite enough for now and the recovery begins to heal one stitch at a time. One door open one door closed on long slow eve of Spring days gently grow longer and stronger while yearning for the Sun and signs of life
that shall warm faces and hearts. Pens and swords scratch the winds that ring around all and surface from morphine dreams
to lay the words to print
Never to rest
the poetic grace upon the screen
and become a sign of life.
As ever be well, Stephen Craig Rowe