in silence i wait
by the field-stone gate
for spring-time
blossoms to bloom.
and over my head
a pale crescent moon
mirrors high noon
as buds refuse
yet to bloom.
(mostly) short poems on life and love
in silence i wait
by the field-stone gate
for spring-time
blossoms to bloom.
and over my head
a pale crescent moon
mirrors high noon
as buds refuse
yet to bloom.
writer, dreamer, lover, seeker. labels never reach the heart of any matter, but they might be a place to start...