Category: POETRY NEWS
“A widow’s lament in the age of no flowers” Late on the night of January’s frost, I watched my husband pay the final cost. They brought him wreathes, they…
Trees stand nearly bare Arms aloft in anguish Or perhaps rejoicing Finally unburdened Leaves caught in a crosswind Scattered down the avenue The sun is low and white Shadows stretch …
In a strange, inverted world, where humanity seems dim, And compassion flows more freely for the creature’s every whim, A human tragedy unfolded, stark against the night, Yet…
Outside, bright gold and crimson bows hang large on frosted trees….
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A flower If I pick you by the stem you may only last a day If I plant your root in Spring you might blossom in May. Your leaves will…