Moody, Moody Blue
...Flurries bite as the raven drools
it sits on frosted boughs and trills.
Amid the numb of winter’s limbs
its call, the threadbare air, refills.
My eyes mirror the lone hill’s song
while breath...
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Categories:
lurries, lonely, winter,
Form: Rhyme
December's Orchids
...Flurries sway on brocade of her pinkish gown
It’s Christmas night, breath rising from fresh lips,
A graceful face looks on as tinsels surround
Bouquet of orchids clutched by fingertips.
S...
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Categories:
lurries, christmas, joy, wedding,
Form: Quatrain