Tag Archives: poetic thought

Winter’s Edge

Upon winter’s edge
I sit
Breathing in fire of Divine light
I believe
There to be standing on the
Veil and Vine
A return to places unmade
And yet to be
Lo, Spring’s hands working
I see
Hope in ever the making
To find the magics of
Life ever now
Ever now
I sit

Lines of In-Between

Lines of in-between

pixel painted perfections

precariously perch

above the door way

in an effort to ambush

thoughts with raven


dooming any sense of


in the mad mad mind

called me.