Category: Poetry

I honestly have no words left to describe,  and yet describe I must.  […]
If you recall, we have met before;  somewhere between brittle earth etched  with […]
To the right was a thicket laden with berries;   mostly red but some […]
Celling of grey speaks in soft, dulcet tones   come listen; it recounts […]
The verbs are all in the present;  so, I do not sleep in […]
Whipped cream can do so much more than complete;  from chocolate mousse   […]