PINK, small, and punctual. Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss, Known by the knoll, […]
Archive for ‘The Classics’
The Valley of Unrest
Once it smiled a silent dell Where the people did not dwell; They had gone unto the wars, Trusting to […]
The Rose
“But he who dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose.” ― Anne Brontë
The Bridge
I stood on the bridge at midnight, As the clocks were striking the hour, And the moon rose o’er the […]
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me […]
Self Pity
Self Pity I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a […]
Ps and Qs: Photography, Poetry and Quiet 