Brittle Things- Poem

  The old man sits beneath a dwindling shade And recounts how the days have changed And how time passes by And soon the autumn gales shall come And shake to wakefulness the drowsy summer hearts And break the boughs of the maple tree And let fall a rain of dead and brittle things. The... Continue Reading →

Poem- May

May Well it’s been some time since that month of May Came and stole us away Now we’re fractured across time and space And it’s been some years since I’ve seen your face Oh I hate the month of May For taking you away And now the quilt we wove is torn and frayed The... Continue Reading →

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