Category: Poetry

Beauteous of boughs glimmers neath moon, with every bud, o’ every leaf seemingly […]
O’ crush not these petals of mine,  nor tether them in polished glass. […]
Voices beckon ‘neath pale moonshine, past hours of deep slumber and mist. I […]
Oh, often I have dreamt beneath faint glimmer of the night, how two […]
Scent of ristretto and apple butter pour whispers out unto readying eve. Your […]
I wonder often why we wish to bear o’ hours of throe and […]