Lo! Every joy is stained by future death! All mortal gifts are bound to dying breath And fair things all shall wither and then cease And passing whips are these of passing peace.
Small patters on a bedside window, Nature’s lullaby sings a soft song Clouds collect, howling winds blow, The crackling, arid ground seems to long For a rain that beats down like a giant’s drum, A cymbal crash marks an electrified strike The drowning waves are home to some, Though small creatures and humans alike Scurry […]
A tiny voice spoke up from the shadows, “Grandfather?” The older man perked up, not expecting anyone at such a late hour. Turning around in his chair, he saw his youngest granddaughter hesitating in the doorway. She clutched her most treasured toy close to her chest, lip trembling but holding her head up high. “Yes, […]
Upon this crescent valley where I lie, and the cycles of trees are birthed to die, there is a white wind that flows freely. It dances upon the flowers, daisies ideally, to create waves of stems in a wine dark sea. Birds flutter about, hopping from the trees to search for bigger meals and quiet […]
There is a time of year in August where everything feels damp. The fabric outside is odd to the touch. Humid and heavy, Even if it is bone dry. The weight of the humidity is pressing into my ribs. Something so good, so sweet, Like August. Always ends up being too much to hold. My […]
Can one beautician work on theeAnd make thy features better still?Nay, none may yet augment and freeA greater face than what we see. For beauty showeth out in theeAkin to gorgeous our one God.Thou art yet the epitomeOf things that strike an awe in me.
Cherry Blossom boughs, Bows down to me. They say, “Hello, sweet.” Sweet is the smell of the air. Birch tree limbs shake, Shake my hand. They are gentle and shy, “Shy Sky Blue” is the color of the horizon. Oak’s branches swing, Swing to the bird’s songs with me. They know how to dance. Dance like the sun beams. Spruce blow kisses, Kisses which rest […]