Compassion
A POEM
Ice in the spirit
Is but frozen tears
And bitterness
Is expectation killed.
You May Also Enjoy
Pietà
“Does the darkness cradle thee Than mine arms more tenderly?”
— Willa Cather
Thaws
Around our March balcony tonight
Fog closes its slight hand — illusive blue —
The Bell Ringer
He disturbs
The sleeping bells, the stolid sounds
Locked in the iron tower
That hold…
Submitting Donation...