The Huntress’ narrow prow cuts through darkness,
The only sound a plashing single paddle.
Destination known, she’s grateful to see nothing
Below the river’s surface. Continue reading
The Huntress’ narrow prow cuts through darkness,
The only sound a plashing single paddle.
Destination known, she’s grateful to see nothing
Below the river’s surface. Continue reading
Autumnal Days settling in to cool
Assets and payments all coming due
Black coffee burns and bites
As I ponder the breadth of lifetime delights… Continue reading
…Bows and trembles still,
But wind punishes, more likely to cut
Than caress and quicken the hopeful green of early months.
Pulsing chlorophyll sparking, breathing deep
The sinewy length of sultry Midsommer. Continue reading
Bundled in yards of heavy cloth and batting, the only signs of life are a red nose and beady eye.
Lamplight softens the tragic scene, but the furnace is out. Continue reading
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