Bard & Quill

Wild

It was Summer,
the first time I saw her,
feet wet in the morning dew,

Poetry

August Afternoon

The air is warm,
and heavy.

Poetry

Eyes Wide Shut

And for a moment,
I saw the world in,
her eyes.

Poem

Road Trip

It’s the motion i think,
That makes the words come.
The road stretched out ahead,

Poem

Midwest Spring

There’s mud on my boots,
And it smells like rain.

Poem

Sky

I’ve looked at the sky,
A thousand times,
Marveling at the creator’s display,

Poetry

Four Days

There are certain,

times,

Poem

Shoveling

Under my finger and my thumb,
the keys rest, snug as a rug,
Under my window, a clean grating sound,
when…

Poetry

In Northern Air

In the summer, among the rain and sun,
I spent a week in the forest, with the trees,
the dewy…