My Poetry and Prose Blogology
Our Sphere of Sanctuary
“When winter’s breath kisses a bubble
with its freezing lips of space and time…”
“When winter’s breath kisses a bubble
with its freezing lips of space and time…”
"another cold autumn moon
kisses her somber mountains..."
"above spilled bones of dead trees
she still—takes my breath away..."
“summer’s breath of dawn
unfolds gold with early light”