The first bud that spreads A Hawthorne’s kiss What Nature sprinkles You might just miss Four and twenty braveheart roses Stand as shields to the wind Fighting the invisible tides like Moses Whatever mirth that brings Great hues of blues and purples Texture the land and sings As cooing birds and highland cattle do inContinue reading “Ballindalloch”
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the earth and everything within it
There’s no rhyme or reason for the changing of the season as larks loom large in autumn’s garden prowling upon the gnarled branches close to those of which you fell No better time come spring to plunge into the closed thicket and beat the brush for a hunting repast for those rich enough to shootContinue reading “the earth and everything within it”
Parisian Poetry 