They know something I don’t, these early morning birds, chirping among rays of gold and budding leaves. They know it without knowing it, likes trees and grass know growth like wings know air, like spring knows warmth. These birds without a name, unseen but heard, the heralds of another day, they are wiser than me— … Continue reading Morning birds
Have you ever passed under the window of an old, abandoned house? Have you ever looked up, yearning for a beautiful face on the other side of the glass? Something about once proud houses now fallen into ruin that makes you slow down your step. A family once lived there. A man or a woman … Continue reading A Window Without a Face
Like a great queen this solitude reigns over me. Every day I do her bidding In silence Or in prose Upon a cloud Or on a bed of thorns. I unpeople the world And wrap myself In a shroud of silence. My monarch leads me on Through deserts and storms Through lands where words grow … Continue reading On Solitude, The Queen
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