Forgotten Symphony
The illness showed in many symptoms but the cause lied layers deep, a rejection hard as stone, entangled as a spider’s web. When the keeper
The illness showed in many symptoms but the cause lied layers deep, a rejection hard as stone, entangled as a spider’s web. When the keeper
There is a sparrow on a branch of the plum tree, just one of the songbirds left in this city of crows. She sings with
Lay down like the snow wet and peaceful in this wintry March storm, your heart calm as the white blanket dusting early spring flowers. The
After a night of rain with clouds so dense the moon barely shown, a gray morning of dim light and showers. Evergreens stretch their limbs,
I see your struggle, the weight etched on your face as you bear up under the gravity known only to you. The world pulls down