So to this posting’s featured poet, I apologize for the delay after an earlier delay.And the subtle brilliance of your words tell us that so much can be said and shared with so little conversation.
Thank you Margarita. Experience her words. Here is Serafimova.
The sky was like that this morning –
the sea was like an old photograph,
grey, smooth, with slender ripples,
and an eternal boat in it.
On this cloudy day, the waves, seen from high above,
had dark curves, shadows of a stirring light,