A Wayward Oak Leaf
Where did you come from On this November morning There are no oak trees in sight Despite the name of the street Oakridge Drive And yet here you are Nestled in the midst of my Peace Lily Your colors called out Begging me to stop and notice It wasn’t difficult Because you are beautiful On … Continue reading A Wayward Oak Leaf
prayers of my heart, a collection of articles and writings by C. Alicia Randolph 