feeling my age
until I look up
puffy white clouds, blue sky--
child-like, I trace a giant . . .
and a fire-breathing dragon
Elizabeth Howard lives in Crossville, Tennessee. She writes poetry and fiction. Her poems have appeared in Comstock Review, Big Muddy, Appalachian Heritage, Cold Mountain Review, Poem, Still, Mobius, Now & Then, Slant, and other journals.