The Sun is setting; Roots of trees Creep ‘round my Tired bones. All the Nymphs have Bowed their heads— The Daisy and The Rose. Calling me, They ask for help— Or ask for me To come With them to Sleep Until the spring, For they and I Are one.

Leaves will change From green to gold, Like they do every year— But I cannot Watch them crisp Without shedding a tear. The cricket-chorus Will be gone, Our bushes will be still. When frost sets in, Ice-cold like death, I will absorb the chill. Even lovely things Need sleep To flourish in the day. Flowers … Continue reading Lament

Two broken souls met On the road less traveled. One longed to forget That he’d come unraveled. The other soul, aching, Cursed up at the sky. Her every step shaking, She cried out, “Why?” Their paths met at last, And the silence was loud. Their breath came out fast In the frost, forming cloud. Walk … Continue reading Unraveled

Stars above flash in their envy; The Stream below's crying out loud. Even the Lady Moon turns away, Concealing her face in a shroud. A body of crimson Trees shiver. Cricket-song rises, protest! An ancient Wood full of enchantment Knows no spell to give it rest. Are these the days of Beginning-- Or is it … Continue reading Wood of Unrest