Outside, that magnificent moon beams in high illumination as if hovering close to the world as if to watch over our recent tragedy gleaming out…
Outside, that magnificent moon beams in high illumination as if hovering close to the world as if to watch over our recent tragedy gleaming out…
Beneath the branches up high you can see the sharpness of these thorn trees Halloween worthy stretching their sparse shade over puny Bermuda grass in…
I wake late in the nucleus of summer purple coneflowers with coppery spikes gleaming swaying in a solstice dance I have climbed through the brambles…
This poem is for the Miracle Girl and her current WordPress challenge. Visit her blog to read the rules and write your own story or…
The brilliant western sun in glorious burnt orange fury is headed out to pasture Making room for a seamless starry night for those bright incandescent…