Pieces/Peace is

Wind blows back tears and stands at the gates to say “NO!” Clouds roll Leaves rustle The October breeze mourns with the trees and cries out a reply to the echoing, “Why?” It ju... Read More

Sleepless

Later than it should be. Summer fan blowing things to rest. The heat and inspiration rises and falls like the breathing in my chest Tired eyes and quickened spirit Collide in a song, But dreams are mi... Read More