New Orleans One May Morning The wail of ship’s horns cleave the morning air evoking ghosts of freckle-faced boys bobbing on rafts while their mamma’s float magnolia blossoms in bowls of cerulean blue. Visions of another time, yet not. Share this:TweetMoreShare on TumblrEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related
4 thoughts on “One May Morning”
such great choice of words – cleave the morning air…
Lovely lovely – oh I wish I knew your mornings – rich as they are.
Anna, come on down for a visit! Thanks for stopping by and reading. xo