The Leaving Posted on January 27, 2014 by bevdunneart Reply The waning days have faded. Sparse russet hues scattered On frost tinged limbs Reaching skywards To pierce Pale, snow laden horizons And you, fly south again
Rain Posted on January 12, 2014 by bevdunneart 1 It rains here In this valley Ground sodden Saturated heart Laden with grief And she said It was all for this Nothing but this And the rain Tree reaches Skywards sideways There is no up Only slow, Light filled steps To life And the rain