Summer? (Poem)

As raindrops pitter patter on an old tin roof and leaves bow under the deluge that pounds them. The sky turns grey and shrouds the countryside as the sheep huddle away from the wet that […]


Finest Silken Thread

I want to lie on crisp linen sheets,
embroidered with finest silken thread. I want to smell the fresh clean air,
on sumptuous pillows, beneath my head, to dream of love, sink beneath its folds,
 and to know […]