My Poetry and Prose Blogology
A Shrill Moon
“howls revere spring nights
her masked moon shivers tales
in strawberry light…”
“betwixt me and thee
lies dark’s coldest—bleak abyss…”
"sunk in cold despair
deep in my eternal night
I hear saving light..."
“howls revere spring nights
her masked moon shivers tales
in strawberry light…”
“pensive—lucent nights
spill warm glimmers of morning
over tortured dreams…”
“winter melts my heart
like wispy snowflakes
sifting through needles
of entwined jade firs”