The Mountain on the Edge of the Field

His dream sleeps through the night And rises with the sunrise. As the sun chases mourning clouds They weep feathery vapours for the Moon. A fallen heart struggles in his own mud, But he longs to conquer the mountain. Its snowy peaks hold the answers he seeks, Daisy bright desire springs forth his steps, His… Continue reading The Mountain on the Edge of the Field

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Waiting on a Storm from My Front Porch

The first big storm of the spring, I'd like to shake it's hand. Tires squishing under cars, Engines rumbling by and on, The approaching thunder cordial, Having been blanketed by the rain. A chorus played for the Wind, Which will follow with a grand solo, And the night dances with bravado Dancing the poco a… Continue reading Waiting on a Storm from My Front Porch