Poetry

Alike

Alike in hush of dawn, Two souls that share the same soft breath, Like twin rivers winding through the vale, Their waters catch the same pale light, Their reflections merge in quiet unity, A mirror

Lofty

Lofty thoughts ascend like spires of stone, Piercing the cerulean veil where clouds have flown. They crown the hills with quiet, amber grace, And lift the soul to a serene, thin place. In every

Whoop

Whoop In the misty glade where the heather sighs, A sudden whoop breaks the twilight air – A call that climbs over fells and sky, Like a stag’s proud bellow, fierce and fair. Children on

Inter

Inter In the quiet hush of morning light, thoughts interlace like river streams— each ripple a whisper, each eddy a sigh, weaving patterns that no eye can see. Hands reach across

Treat

A Treat In the hush of a rainy afternoon, the kettle sighs, steam curling like a sigh, and on the china plate rests a humble delight— a warm scone, split, its crumb tender as

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