In jagged peaks, the sky roils, in a cauldron of chaos.Nature unleashes its wrath…
A poem
At MacDuff’s Mount in Sara’s fieldthere are no daffodils.Just sun-burst…
Her silky voice sharpens on my tree bark,as my imagination finds a poem,a way to heal this…
Reminiscing on the estuary shore,I venture into profound depthswhere love and memory become…