Painting of Mount Mansfield with ski trails in summer green
"Mount Mansfield View" by Abrieart, YWP

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  • The Story We Hold

    What is shown on the stage,

    For the whole world to behold,

    Is a forever advancing phenomenon,

    And what a tragic story it holds.


    The horror of your war and your hate and your grief

    Is being taken out on me,

  • Closer to spring

    Darkness falls quickly now,

    the feeble sky overpowered by the black pull of eternity.

    Snow turns to rain, rain turns to mud,

    and every month, I bleed and I cry.

    It's almost Christmas, but

  • On Being Vane

    Somewhere between a flower and a coffin
    lies the colorless sunrise outside your windows.
    I am devoted and still breathing like the Elin.
    You are innocent and still sleeping like the Pothos.

  • The Blizzard

    I hardly knew her at all, wasn’t expected to.  She was just a kid at the High like anyone else, who had no car.  She was sitting stubbornly on a bench, determined to get a ride.

  • Past and Future

    The world is full of problems. It made the man wonder why he bothered to get up in the morning. The sun was shining- but it was too bright. And was it possible for that baby across the street to wail any louder?

  • Seasons

    The lovely Lady of Summer is carefree and beautiful, she swims in lakes and dances with flowers as her long hair floats in the warm breeze