in which I fall in love with a dead man

We had a nodding acquaintance over the years, he and I. I admired some of his work, even spent a little time with his horse who stands proud in a garden only an hour away.

But I didn’t know him. And to deepen our relationship was not in my mind map.

Not at all.

But she’s a sneaky matchmaker.

And I sure didn’t expect to fall in love with a dead man.

I’m sharing a few words over at Tweetspeak Poetry today. Trot on over and join me there. 

Still smiling,

Sandy