Biography of Sarah Craven
A lonely poet sitting by the window, I scribble my thoughts as they come. I have a great appreciation for science and the natural world; it's impermanence makes it all the more precious.
Hallowed Winter Night
With every moment and every breath,
I held it close,
I dared not blink.
Breath froze beneath a starry mantle-
A starry mantle?
Or a cloudy dusting?
A kingdom too inconcievably small
Crunched beneath my buckled boots;
A thin sheen lay upon the road.