Tag: Poetry
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Morning Fog
The early morning fog Appeared before the dawn, She dripped her misty garments Across the trees and lawn. Ascending from the creek All silent, dewy white, Dissolving as I watched her Greet the morning light. Liz
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A Haiku Comes From Far Away
Haiku always feels elusive, yet the form is often taught to children as a beginning writing exercise. The poem seems too small to be worthy of writing down. Yet the emotion felt when reading it is large. The actual words have simple meanings, but I would find it hard to describe the feelings they give.…
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An Original Tale
Here’s the proof and a ream of fresh minutes A walk to the font, sans seraph. (It’s summertime.) Water marks bleeding over the page A margin of color sequence in coffee tones. (It’s routine.) Attention, widows! Orphans, find your places. A breve of a smile pronounces the blessing. (And random acts of typos.) A job…
So She Reads 