when gold beams bend against the green-glowing grass — that
is my favorite time of light
All articles filed in national poetry month
protagonista aggrivista
once a young lady quite flustered
with a face pale and creamy as custard …
teach me once more the words
what if it were all music?
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early comes the encroaching night
golden hour has warmed
the brown of dry leaves
to bronze
tired haiku
tonight i’m not writing
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a-wither, awoken
the spit of snow all a-glitter
each moment of daylight we’ve lost
reminds me the world is a-wither
and the flowers are all claimed by the frost
gibbous
the man in the moon
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the beamish boy
i were a beamish boy
wi’ my vorpal sword in hand
clogyrnach for a rowan
the rowan berries brightly glow
with secrets only rowans know
prime
awake, my soul
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