Ghosts of the past, unable to migrate as foul of the heavens, drift about daily memories. If only I could alight from this earthly loss. Just seek the dawning of new day, bath in a spring rain, or rest on sandy shore and heal.
For Lizzie: “But the night shines as the day; the darkness and the light are both alike to You.” Psalm 139:12. I’m joining in the fun by writing a Quadrille of 44 words, including the word ghost, over a dVerse.