I have dawdled Too long in gated Rose gardens. The air Is fresh, the breeze As sweet as morning dew. Flowers blush Red. Their leaves lap Up the smiling sun. But winter winds blow Round and round The iron gates. Ivy tendrils tremble While frosty fingers Suck their life Dry. Grass blades bend To the … More The Gated Garden
I spent a year In a pixie’s garden Where winter washes Over the lilacs In a wave of crystal frost, And summer surges In the heavy, humid air With the bustle Of a thousand bees Filling their combs past the brim. And always Nestled in the shade Of an oaken giant, Cloaked in shadow And … More Alone in Company
Around the coals decayed To black, a circle Of rocks savors What warmth remains, What light tests the dark. The once roaring fire That charred their rocky sides, Now a shivering tongue Coiled in ash. A faint glow kindles Off the wind’s whispers. For a breath The stony guards smile orange And their shadows stretch … More Around the Coals
He Who Wanders 