Those birds sitting on the treetops, still bare from the winter gone by
Poetry
It’s late summer, and fall is still quite far.
With people leaving to the eternal silence
When my soul cries
When the sun came up
Spring poetry
And he asked, “ How shall I decorate thee, diamonds or gold?”
Two poems
1. Melting
Reflection
The changes in seasons invigorate our senses. When winter exits the scene and spring…
Two Poems