The Cold Side of Mourning
Roger’s City and Alpena
The sunrise side
Of cold, cold mourning
Slow Stroll
Slow. Simple word and often used in disparaging ways. Let us slow the scenery speeding by. Take my hand and show me the sapling Which the towering white oak shelters. Whisper in my ear about the hiding place of the deer. Lift me just a few feet from the ground …