a grey stone skips cross
the lake causes ripples of
what was, what can be
Monthly Archives: November 2016
I Shall…
“I shall have to believe even though I cannot understand.”
-Edgar Rice Burroughs, A Princess Of Mars
Morning
dawn draped in shadows
whistling wind snips the candles
Death breaks and knocks thrice
Legend
a scar starred body
constellation of freckles
flesh becomes legend
“I must not undervalue my work simply because I enjoy it. A working artist understands his worth and lives by it.”
-Mary Robinette Kowal Of Noble Family
November
crisp leaves, crisp apples
tumbling into warm sweaters
and into cold nights
