by Dave | Jan 6, 2022 | Poetry |
Hope is a feather fallen from wings Standing tall as one voice sings Rising against the heavy storms we each face Keeping the faith in your hearts good grace Ready to challenge the unjust ways Brave against them and those each coming day Hope is but a gentle...
by Dave | Jan 5, 2022 | Poetry |
Or perhaps oblivion – Is that the case? My hollowed bottle, your wilted trace and Summer begins, marked by the embers Of the Sunday sun, eaten by December’s Teeth – who licks the sky, in a purple parade An ephemeral beauty, a temporary shade The clouds...
