SPARROW
SPARROW It’s not the wind that lacerates Not the wind that barks or howls. The wolf at the door is a sullen soul. I hear the whispering wings of owls And feel the...
Read MoreToo many are going….I wrote this for the Strattons when they lost Cate recently. Cate The door is closed Why do they leave Is it Christmas Weather The way the...
Read MoreHalf Sonnet Leafless bushes bangled With carnelian beads. Lines of woodbine Red above the rushes, tangled. The crabapple branch like a spine Of radiant drops. The sun...
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