Tint of Sound
Poetry

Tint of Sound

Thunder, iron-hued, while a collection of dancing turns in field clearings. Alabaster breath, leaves pull west and fill. A look, melic. Morning billowing like sea smoke, the universe reflected in your bearing. I see who I will become by the way you favor talking with your eyes. By the heaving of bark and twig. We … Continue reading

Superb Midsummer Day
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Superb Midsummer Day

It’s one of those mornings that are far and few between. No outer coercion to get me out of bed before necessary. Quiet light filtering through the pale curtain hanging from my window. A cup of coffee at my side, and the knowledge that I get to be with people I love later on. On … Continue reading