Growth Looking up from the street at The base of a large oak fastened to The hillside by thick roots, I contemplated the gnarled furrows Of the oak's encircling bark And suddenly realized … [Read more...] about Three Poems
Three Poems
For Nia She was a lover of butterflies, And a bright one happened by The gathering at her grave. Borne by an easy wind that warm spring day, It seemed to hesitate. But on the next full … [Read more...] about Three Poems