Poetry, Writing

Hints of Spring

Some warmth creeping in to the cold days. Chilly air gives way to warmth And soft the breeze may blow. The bitter wind yields to sun As longer days now show. Winter does not lightly yield And summer has not formed, But slow the days are shifting And cold gives way to warm. Heat is… Read More Hints of Spring

Poetry, Writing

Between Burdens

A little melancholy, but I hope something that brings peace as well. A silver fall of ash drifts on a golden breeze While the frosty winter wind carries autumn leaves. A quiet soul disturbed by the changing of the tides Looks out to where the light quietly subsides. No fairies yet emerge in the dying… Read More Between Burdens