Like the lone tree stood on the brow of hill – The towering crowds of terror fulfill, The truth, The torture; The binding lonesome bones Shall befall… Read more “Micro-Poetry #17”
Tag: winter
Searing Heat
How hath the searing heat floundered the water? How hath time halted in purer sands? How does flame spawn son and daughter? Why dare sea neglect… Read more “Searing Heat”
