Upon a Gentle Evening Jul28 Dark descends as sky extends her palms of candied pink; Earth below reflects her glow in watercolour ink. Flossy clouds in evening shrouds spin filaments of light; Shadows stretch as ripples fetch the moon, and say goodnight. Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading...
Soft-Spoken Jan23 Soft the vulnerable caress Which parts Night’s lips in tender lullaby Words pour forth, singing Day to sleep Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading...