Weathered Barns
Weak weathered barns remember fertile fields and hay piled high to see the winter through; with longing, they recall rich …
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 …
When night descends and chill is in the air I see the lighted windows from the train that takes me …
Here in this quiet stretch of hallowed ground, the welcome sunrise warms me as I step past granite markers, kneeling …
The nymphs that sing at midnight? Just the breeze. The sprites within the water? Just the sun. The hand …
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and you have scorned me. Now you have to pay for all …