Persephone
Persephone gathers the last of the bloom never forseeing the coming of doom. There won’t a claxon or warning sound Continue reading
Persephone gathers the last of the bloom never forseeing the coming of doom. There won’t a claxon or warning sound Continue reading
I saw him first on Monday, all unaware On the crowded street walking towards me And I thought there he Continue reading
It’s snowing again More than a flurry Less than a storm Just enough to make me glad That I can Continue reading
Dreams die not In the failure of the vision They aren’t thwarted, mostly, Because the dreamer lacks ambition Or because Continue reading
I can’t decide if this morning’s poem Counts for this afternoon’s snow It’s been starting and stopping All day long, Continue reading
If I bring you a present A bottle of wine Expensive chocolates A poem so fine Will you treasure it Continue reading
Another teaser Overnight Waking to a world not quite white A sparkling sprinkling Powder Glowing in the early light We Continue reading
The west wind is a housekeeper Sweeping in the weather fronts And dusting the ground the snow Mopping up the Continue reading