Happier…
Rolls and soughs
A sweeping of sand across sand, the Continue reading “Happier”
Category: Poetry
From Behind the Curtain
I see you through the light canopy that enshrouds the bed,
Your cheek a false pink from yesterday’s gathering of early spring blooms.
Sun shines bright through the window panes, warming the edge of your pillow.
Powerless
More than powerless: feckless. More than feckless: foolish.
Not foolish: mere spot on a distant edge of
Winds of Change
It arrived by nighthawk, the final ingredient to heal or conceal the corruption that blasted Middle Earth.
“If believing makes it so, we have double-hope. We shall see, anon.” She gripped the blue button, and shuffled up the hill.
