Category: Poetry

O’ crush not these petals of mine,  nor tether them in polished glass. […]
Voices beckon ‘neath pale moonshine, past hours of deep slumber and mist. I […]
Oh, often I have dreamt beneath faint glimmer of the night, how two […]
Scent of ristretto and apple butter pour whispers out unto readying eve. Your […]
I wonder often why we wish to bear o’ hours of throe and […]
Hidden or lost, obscured from view Yet frore of night distills the dew ― […]