In the flicker of flame, they sway and play,Masters of chaos, in their own way.Carefree souls, with merry hearts in tow,Seeking adventures…
The crystal blades of winter frostHave snipped the leaves that dot the field.The…
Into the darkness a little thread of light spunreaching itself thinall the way to the…
A (kind of) Cascade Poem
I long for the gardens at Cordoba,Where the maidens weep like morning rosesAnd the sun never rises…