Merry Christmas, a poetic greetings from S Francis
Outside, Grass dressed up with frost Soon we’ll farewell silent night In dreams, the Children still lost As carols wish our hearts be light Merry Christmas…
Outside, Grass dressed up with frost Soon we’ll farewell silent night In dreams, the Children still lost As carols wish our hearts be light Merry Christmas…
So broken we begin to reveal our truth Carved from our hearts like butchers Take blade to flesh of an animal Unable to defend itself from…
Tonight, though, the air outside spreads freshness Leaves decomposing with fallen stalks in the fallow Cornfield. I sit, camouflaged by brush I am just Like this…
This week I analyze the poem, “My Little Wren Friend” and begin by offering it again with no revision as by the time I posted, it…
The day Halloween dressed up as White Christmas On a walk to seek beauty where night mystifies Love laughing at cold closed flowers, early snow A…
Shattered glass becomes dust like snow when through The shield love bloomed shards fly into their demise. The trick, Halloween dressed up as a White Christmas.…
‘What god has chosen me, tangled her truth’ Among the dark roots that swim in dirt Where worms await. I fear nothing… no. Let boasts not…
Often when on walks I reach a point of clarity when an image, an idea, or a sentence hits me maybe as a melody hits a…
Yes, I found it, just the road I needed, Less the doubts and questions, Inside woods I know I knew. Now, that done, The snow begins…
I am a mere child, sitting at my window Any window, not always ‘mine’ just the one That keeps ‘out there’ out there behind a glass…