her day in the sun she is warm, and malleable as golden wax in the sun, molding herself to what she rests upon.
Glory I find promises in man for the soul, for the manifesting of eternal praise up to a name and repetition of the being beyond
There is no way out of this Music opens your soul you cry and ask why have I waited so long for this?
Elegy for Mother Nature I wait with a windchime, idle in wind: Tentacles hanging, each lifeline tangled As they shimmer, glimmer floating empty –
Phone and TV When I watch TV, my phone is always in my hand. And every time there’s a dull moment, I do a
Unfailingly One day in each October comes an hourwhen suddenly, through trees gnawed by the wind,you hear the trains again. The summer’s poweris finally finished when