Posts
-
Mother Earth
In the cradle of the galaxy’s abyss, we float
Born and aged through evolutions, revolutions
The Earth has been here, and we are passengers on a never ending journey in our orbit round the sun
-
Lullaby
Carried by the songbird’s wings
Through forests bright, caverns dim,
Flying in the wild wind.
Tears have been shed and goodbyes have been said
And the light is leaving from your eyes.
-
Spring, my dearest
Spring, my dearest, where are you?
I've been waiting for so long, yet still I'm caught in Winter's grasp, and I'm ready for something new
-
All the Silenced Girls
First came the ballgowns and the beheadings.
Six wives of Henry the eighth, and divorce or death were brought upon all but one...
-
If Love was a Garden
If love was a garden, I’d let it grow wild
Because what use is love that’s tamed?
There, the honeybees would be the messengers, passing letters of sweet nothings from the sun to the flower’s soft buds
-
Carefree Honeybee
Carefree Honeybee,
Don’t you see the hope you’ve given me?
I’ve climbed up and up and up but the end seems never closer, and I’m reaching reaching reaching for a dream that’s never there.
Loves
-
Apple Cider
I want to drink apple cider with you
Like it’s a fine wine,
Make-believe adult, wrapped in your wool blanket,
Counting the minutes until your parents return.
-
The Ocean
I’m at the ocean again,
and I feel at home again.
The salt breeze always reminds me of seaweed,
green string stitched into blue silk,
brown tangles piled on the rocks' edge.
-
To Carve A Pumpkin
There is a fog that escapes from the wide mouth
Of a creature that lurks
Through the raw October air.
Almost obvious is the daunting manner of its complexion,
-
Waiting With the Wind
Breeze ruffles
Through frills of grass,
Little green blades
Getting trampled again
And again,
Still rooted
In the soil,
-
An Inbetween
Autumn sculpts the land,
casting away Summer,
but through the cracks in the clay,
whispers of Summer haunt the day.
The suns ray's seep down,
casting the red and orange leaves a glow.
-
Candy-Colored Leaves
"You're changing," I whisper to myself.
"So am I," whispers the wind.
I think change is good.
Change is the way the air cools at night.
Change is the way I'm back at school again.