Morning

I walked between the moon and sun Before the break of day And watched the painted sky converge As starlight faded gray The light of night and morn had met Within the silent wood Upon the river’s gilded face Their light I first mistook The rippling current twinkled boldly But her song was mild And … Continue reading Morning

A Poetry Debut

The artist, with her palette case Stood in the city square Her skirt reached to the cobblestones Her slender arms were bare And sprinkled round her naked feet Were colors of the rain Where she lingered in the twilight And before the dawn she came Not a shadow of pretension Issued from her steady gaze … Continue reading A Poetry Debut