Long Cold Lonely Winter
This winter lingers late in rime filled dells, old wearied bones and joints creak stiff and sore, glazed frosted panes await Spring’s welcomed spells, impatient for warm promises in store. …
Category: Metrical
The Custodian
A thousand memories scattered on the table all around, bands who march in uniforms but never make a sound, rivers run, while kids have fun, among the seaside throng and …
A Length of Time
In blackest days, the lore of old Comes beckoning us to the past. Once lost inside, we safely fold Our memories so they will last. There cannot be a breadth …
High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds – and done …