I take a deep breath, I brace my chest, and inhale the cool, still air...
Still Air
Crack in the Wall
That night, as I laid bed, stories running through my mind, with a groan and creak, I lifted my head, then I understood, and I cried
Utterances of a Weary Soul
The moonlight was irascible that night, and chilled me to the bone though all else was utterly balmy , with a slight breeze.
December Rose 