Seasons Roll
Olwyn is the May Queen,Flowers in her hair.Never knowing where she’s goingAnd doesn’t really care. Darkness comes to blanket the … Continue reading Seasons Roll
Category: Poetry
The Wheel Turns
The darkness eats at my soulWears away at the last remainingSunshine. Every year, the bleakness, Tiredness. November. When I exist … Continue reading The Wheel Turns
A Dickensian Christmas
Except it isn’t Christmas anymore, is it. Mother Nature, however, thought otherwise and sent England a ton of snow this … Continue reading A Dickensian Christmas
Piccadilly Peccadillo
After the show, because one must go to theatre in London, and a late dinner at Amalfi in Soho, I … Continue reading Piccadilly Peccadillo
Bluebells
Where the bluebells and the wind are, Fairies in a ring I spied, And I heard a little linnet Singing … Continue reading Bluebells
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