there are no more ghosts.
hallowed tweens have all vanished.
fun has left ourselves.
Archives for October 2017
in spite
your tongue is fire.
your words sharp barbs of poison.
vitriolic spite.
hatred’s harm
the soft touch of love.
a balm for all the world’s hate.
not without some harm.
mind over winter
red carpet of leaves.
soft underfoot like beliefs.
mind without disease.
wooden bones
the land has left me
to the clutches of winter.
just skeletal trees.
noble man
how lithe the panther.
how noble his heart and soul.
how bright his spirit.