diversity (Remove filter)
Fern
a cough as dead leaves drop
detached with soft faint sigh
last breath of lonely martyrs
murmur of breeze in the sky
gravity's heavier as we age
ancient oaks sad blue eyes
saplings thrust like a lance
a loving that knows no lies
do remember me, I'm here,
did you forget I found you?
like a lost fawn, dappled in
shadowed glades and dew
scoured every ...
Monday 2nd August 2021 10:18 am
Recent Comments
Pragya Pal on Why not
3 hours ago
TobaniNataiella on Nothing Has Changed
5 hours ago
Hugh on Pensioners suffer a death sentence !!!
8 hours ago
Marla Joy on Gracefully
9 hours ago
Marla Joy on The Doughnut She Couldn't Eat
9 hours ago
Marla Joy on K. Lynn
9 hours ago
Marla Joy on Frank Pasciuti, Ph.D.
10 hours ago
Marla Joy on Intruder
10 hours ago
Beatrice on Why not
11 hours ago
Marla Joy on Admonitions for an emerging poet
11 hours ago