It was once bright, tall... a beacon on a mountain//And now, in a hearth, it quietly sits...
In a Hearth
My Creature
Outside of noise and static and speech//This moment that is, to me, a creature...
Found Peace
I ought to have found peace//This breath has become a sign...
Low’ring Ledges
A penny for your thoughts//Is worth two concealed by hedges...
Beautiful Things
Where do the beautiful things come from//The moments that swell your soul...
Wearied
...am I jaded, muted, wearied?
December Rose 