Belated Season’s Greetings
What has become of flighty mistress Spring? That season that delights in our dismay. Twice now I’ve seen a robin …
What has become of flighty mistress Spring? That season that delights in our dismay. Twice now I’ve seen a robin …
You see reflective light on rippling waters; for me, it’s fairies trailing silver dust across the topaz bay. These eager …
Although I am, I do not feel alone. I’ve climbed the trail to greet my welkin gods and leave them …
Here against the face of clarity My faults attend the rush of your caress; I am the cliff before the …
Weak weathered barns remember fertile fields and hay piled high to see the winter through; with longing, they recall rich …
You hop onto my window sill each night and even let me hold you in my hands, as if your …
The wind stole tears of everlasting dreams. Of life, of love, that’s often left unsaid; where misplaced echoes hidden ‘neath …
I’m planting daffodils today though autumn leaves are on the ground; while nights grow colder on the lea, the squirrel’s …