Winter Song

This time Bobbi Sinha-Morey gives us a potpourri. Cookie-cutter poems of mysterious women and her rarely seen neighbor; poems of strangeness and those that come from deep down in her soul. The stuff of life. Poems of beauty and love poetry. Poignant human dramas and the dark side of life.

Ones that grow from her sensitive nature. Grim thoughts that paint the dawn. Often haunting, often prophetic. Her expressive thoughts so impassioned, so delicately heard. It’s a world like the eclipse of the sun; you want to see it before the sky draws to a close.