The sunrise is an ever-evolving thing. Who is to say where and when she truly begins and ends?
The Moment of Dawn
I Got Away Today (Gilded Hills) – Revisited
I meandered and digressed as I made my way North//Discovered some gilded hills, and a smile//And it was all made just for me
Bottled Fortune
Scribbled, childish writing on the paper more profound than you grew to be
Ross, pt. II
The sway and croon of the evening's orchestration became a deafening cascade of the purest emotion, as can be expected from any young boy who has not yet learned to know any better or any worse. Innocence crystalline as a sunset on the sea's horizon glistened and glanced off of the greenhouse's glass walls, and... Continue Reading →
A Warrior’s Armor is His Weakness
When shades of ebullience dim and gray And all that was giddy And all that made fervor breathe and sway When all of that seems to depart and decay Call upon your heart's licentious spring Wink at the seasoned flirt The very thing that makes you sing The greenest greens and the most beautiful things ... Continue Reading →
With a Borogove
My dear, you've still got the brightest eyes I've ever seen I only hope someday you'll use them against me But for now, I can't believe I'm falling so hard It might sound cliche, but I've been falling from the start I shirk back in fear and ask, "what if I'm not enough?" But... Continue Reading →
Every Bird and Branch
Even the plants on my windowsill stand a fair bit taller and more proud, emboldened by their addition to the polychromatic symphony. Mayhaps that is the secret to living well - seeing the morning sun.
December Rose 