Throughout the afternoon I watched them, Wintry-leaves falling, falling from the sky, Whirling fabulously in the hazy air. I would like to decorate this silence, but my house grows only lonely and more plain. The wind chimes I hung on…
May Be
How solitary and resolute I look these days, A stoic gaze simplifies my bewildered face. solitary, but not stagnant, As the early warmth of sunlight gladly comforts magenta rose, Languorous morning reabsorbs into a lambent priori of muse. Rain or…