Saturday, May 04, 2013
When fate demands to be
Before the eye, it takes its voice
From a starling and catches the tone
Of her scolding, fussing with her nest,
Coaxing her fattening chicks
Before they fledge, before they
Are ready to fly. And she who filled
The nest with tokens of past years
Rewoven, drives them further with what life
Feels like; and all its heaving splendor
Comes full harvest. It is May alright,
May even so, with stabs of cold wind
That no one welcomes; but she is in
Fine voice, still there, scolding.
Her shaded eyes, her necklace black velvet, onyx. Anguish she spoke; and he carried on, obsessed As only a young man could. An odd harm...
Beloved Brethren, we have before us an example of incorrect proportions. Behold! the dinosaur's skeleton looms above-- Dear Friends, on...
The rain and shadow of raindrops, tinsel curtain, Refrain and shadows Of raindrops fall. The gone man is a thief of all to be certai...