The crickets hummed in noonday sun. / Summer scorched the cool greens of Spring, / Dyed the pastures a warm, wheaten yellow / To match the bright, burning rays. / The frontliners of the season’s change / Signaled the crickets to emerge and sing / Their characteristic melody…
Category Archives: Poetry
Nothing Ever Fades that Should
Nothing ever fades that should / Valhalla is reserved only / For the worthy and good / The things of Hades creep / Climb out from underground / They never truly die…
The Pacifier
It’s a little thing / To soothe a terrible cry / When nothing real is needed / But the motion of the act…
Knifed
The flesh wound wasn’t deep / I am not cut, but I bleed / Not in a pool beneath the skin / Blue and black and bruised…
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