#tbt Past Poetry: To a Dying Flower

#tbt Past Poetry: To a Dying Flower

Feb 2006 Dying paragon of beautyWhose color quickly fades to brown:You danced at the height of your youthTo the soft music of the windUntil a crescendo of airClenched down on your delicate throatAnd with a fortissimo breath,Swiftly cut off your swaying dance, Ending...
#TBT Past Poetry: Rain

#TBT Past Poetry: Rain

Rain April 2004 Rain. The taste, the smell, the feel & essence.   That cold purity of Nature. The freshness that only comes after a storm, The feel of the drops on my skin Flowing down my back, Through my hair, Clinging to my eyelashes. Rain. Drizzle....