The Raven
Oct 26th
Stepping up and outward to
Sweet images of you.
Revealing nothing of my love,
But only my despair.
The Long Winter
Oct 24th
As a spec of dust falls to the ground, the tens of thousands march onward stomping it further towards the earth below with every downward thrust of their boot. The motion of their legs: up, down, up, down; a uniform stride of confidence in the cold winter. They pay no mind to the gallant spec [...]
