November Dawn: Of ripeness, and colour and time of propinquity

Morning thickens around us, like verses, full of meaning as clouds consumed with thought are kissed a brilliant white, and I, in deepening admiration surrender to conversation rapt in the poesy of your philosophical being, perhaps I belong to you to what seems lost but is a gentle remnant unfound–… Read more“November Dawn: Of ripeness, and colour and time of propinquity”

Over the river and through the woods, we tread knowing well what’s ahead of us

Breathless, I watch as frost grows over the windows, the cold air allows me to discern the thoughts forming slowly in my mind, and fire which despite freezing temperature continues to fill my chest. Can I embrace you, to wake me from oblivion? Brush upon your lips lightly, offer a… Read more“Over the river and through the woods, we tread knowing well what’s ahead of us”