The Dusk of Night

I find myself within the dusk of night Where ghouls and shadows flit around my head Spitting words of hopeless paths and tired treads Pressing under me, the weight of darkness’ might In the midst of shadowed storms I seek the light Trying to remember words of hope I’ve heard and read Holding onto sanity …

Winter

In darkness lies midwinter’s lonely road beneath the bleak discriminating erne. He pads midst silent seas of snow and firn and stride upon the troglodytic wold. The sun grows shy before his slow advance, the moon tenaciously asserts her berth. Her glow illuminates the raven’s mirth and floods the season’s gelid, hoary manse. Amidst the …

An Evening Sonnet

The evening settles down upon the tired ground and suns explode in colors bright across the skies as flying fowl descend upon the naked branches round while charging clouds across the sunken heavens fly. The sun has set and lights are lit inside, Our daily work complete, the day is done. The brew is drunk, …

The Moon

Her silver liquid showers us with sounds and soothing night Her light a respite from her harsh, unyielding brother’s glare Her glow illumines rocky paths and guides in darkened ways Her presence soothes and comforts those with cloudy minds and smoky dispositions She comes and goes with stark, unyielding frequency, a fleeting wraith of sight …