The ancient of days was ne'er made for me, yet ever I crave its wondrous peace...
Ancient of Days
Old Clouds
With lethargic vim, the clouds roll overhead as I hope they do when I'm 94
I Shall Not Sleep Instead
A senseless adage of “early to rise, early to bed,” so I shall not sleep instead
The Air Around Your Lungs
And who says you must wait until time's nearly up to learn how to scream//to learn how to breathe//or to learn how to notice the air around your lungs
December Rose 