Storm

‘wake to fall in dreams of sorrow- i’m losing time. in a world of no tomorrow love is made to beg and borrow, and i wonder why. ‘winds arise and clouds are forming – sirens wail a distant warning. in a world of no tomorrow, love is made to beg and borrow and i wonder… Read More Storm

December

branches reach the sky but for limbs broken bare as my own, bundled tight, ache from slumber the fallow fields beneath the snow stretch for miles in unforgiving cold and there’s nothing here I remember maybe i left behind nothing to forget with sallow light, the northern sun shines the same on every one of… Read More December