short poems about life and love

if only the rain washing dusty streets after weeks of summer drought felt cool on parched skin. if only the rain howling...

cicadas fill the stagnant, humid air with their song. the sound is deafening as i stroll a gravel path beneath hundred-year-old oaks...

six straight days of ninety-eight degrees have kept me locked indoors. my overworked ceiling fan whines and wobbles but can’t cool this...

early morning sunshine knifes between the canopy of oak and pine, disturbed by cool breezes which drift in waves through my open...

as a kid i climbed every tree in my old neighborhood hoping to touch white cotton-candy clouds, my outstretched index finger straining...

outside my window a cold gale rattles wooden shutters. a dog’s howl echoes over black and white streets as the lights flicker...

i. an evening shower speckles the window. a candle burns on the bedside table, its fitful flame my sole companion. upstairs, a...

beneath a wash of starlight the chill night air invigorates these bones. my beloved’s whispered voice echoes in my blood and pierces...