It's beautiful, isn't it?//This garden of hardy weeds//This muted symphony//This incorrigible springtime
This Incorrigible Springtime, Pt. I
The Difference, Really
For all the days when every drop flows freely // Tell me, what is the difference, really?
Chasing the Rain – Revisited
On the day I live alone and in peace//My wife and my children, my comp'ny to keep//I'll stare off into the stars and I'll dream//Of adventures to be had when my soul takes its leave
It’s Pouring – Revisited
There's nothing left inside// the ink well is dry, my hand was stayed// nothing more to confide// silence on an empty stage
On the Sill
My heart gets away from me sometimes No, I'm not talking about love Nor apathy, nor hatred Simply this: Have you ever had a dream One bigger than you thought you'd ever think One that makes your heart race so fast, you figure it surely must be It Ah, that wonderful It that is so... Continue Reading →
The Right Kind of Sigh
It's raining inside But not in the way you'd think... It's as if the coffee is sitting on the corner table pillow and blanket splayed on the couch as if I haven't turned the lights on yet just a gray light filling the room filtering through the unguarded window brushing over every surface even houseplants... Continue Reading →
December Rose 