" If you love, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too...

~ Poetic Pause ~ softening into the slow structure of inky black words stretched across the page an offering, this quiet cadence of verse...

October ​ " Bending above the spicy woods which blaze, Arch skies so blue they flash, and hold the sun Immeasurably far; the waters run...

October comes, a mourning song in the air, a soft weeping in the willow tree... a mission of night-carving spirits from the breeze." ​...

" It was October again - a glorious October, all red and gold, with mellow mornings when the valley were filled with delicate mists as if...

​ " Fall has fallen. The leaves are yellow against the dark blue-grey sky and the winds have picked up. The winds that are still warm and...