A fresh breeze And the hope that joy brings us Will settle on the field Beyond the singing trees Like… Read more A clean slate
A fresh breeze And the hope that joy brings us Will settle on the field Beyond the singing trees Like… Read more A clean slate
Five hundred fingers With oily intent Leave firm whorled prints On bare skin Seeping into the bones And wrapping over… Read more Fingerprints of spring
Permanently ruffled, Pointedly calling, Moving proudly, He jousts with lazy passing boots A mournful song, Echoes across the afternoon Waiting… Read more Mudlark