Poems

Lonesome Stone

Pebbles hugging sandy beaches
Peaks embrace pearl sky
Upon wild moors, a lonesome stone
Is left alone to cry
As every raindrop tumbles clouds

Poems

The First Day

The First Day

The First Day

Sweet maiden’s first day serenades,
Her promise for the year,
A descant laced with hopeful song,
Her landscape, flushed with cheer.