Not all the things we out grow are imaginary. Two ash trees stand, slim and tall All twined with crystal flowers A pegasus and unicorn Graze in that forest bower. The ashes’ branches curl and twine To make a forest door And through that gate, shimmering, A land beckons me once more. So many pass… Read More Gates of Fairy Land
I wrote this a while ago, but it never seemed the right time for it. It now seems appropriate for Memorial Day. Day of sorrow, day of pain Day to mourn the lost again. While vengeance serves a bitter draught Hard won justice is slowly bought. The wolf’s head fear the righteous sword And the… Read More Day of Mourning
Something I hope brightens your day. Gates above now shining down Look on me and show your crown. The keeper stands and guards the door While shadows throng up to its shore. Hearts lift up to hope and more Take the joy that they implore. The fire of hope lights beacons bold That humble hearts… Read More Gates of Light
This should have gone out Friday. It’s a somber reflection for the Monday after Easter, but it came too late for me to post on Friday. Take it as looking back on the other side, having gone through the darkest day, looking at the night from the light of the morning. The sun bowed its… Read More Death Bowed His Head
I know a lot of folk are having a rough go at the moment. I hope this lifts your spirits. A spark of flame in shimmering grey. A strike of steel to drive the dark away. Wispy mist folds into a shroud Morning strikes the sullen cloud. The candle sparks upon the sill. The lark… Read More Sparks of Light