Hit Title Date Added
Shadow Tail
Don't ask me any more about my friend
Who never was because she was a girl;
She might as well have been a rustling squirrel
In hidden paths that never condescend
Lunar Prayer
Old comet ice caught deep against the moon
Awaits its thaw like phoenix ash alone
Where nothing hears its chilly, silent groan
For liquefying, warm revival soon
The poet Tasso sings of water's grace
Because of how it gathers as it should
Since God the Maker made its going good
According to its flowing into place.

Delivering Poems Around The World

Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...

6/18/2021 8:14:31 PM #