Category: Earlier Poems

The air was thick with anticipation, as they huddled close together, grateful for […]
Tonight the moon though twice its size is sombre, dreary, dour and just […]
At the blush of dawn put a pen to paper and gather oh […]
Words are my salvation as I drift in the stream of the world. […]
And you’ll see them unfolding in snow, consume the woes of cold January […]
  The hour of grey mists and steady rain sends my thoughts soaring. […]