A Love Poem to Mist-Covered Mountains. {Listen}

A Love Poem to Mist-Covered Mountains. {Listen}

You pull me into your mystery— Your cool, damp, pine-needle-littered oasis.  The secret of your mountain top revealed, Only if I dare to tread there. With bears, and wolves, and mountain lions.   I long to lie down in your mossy softness— To breathe the wind that...
His. {A Poem}

His. {A Poem}

His. I was his when the first star burst onto the midnight sky I was his when the first leaf fell on an autumn wind I was his when the first rain soaked the desert sand   His when he smiled at me His when he spoke to me His when my pillow welcomed his tears...
Her Winter Dream. {Poem}

Her Winter Dream. {Poem}

She longs for winter’s frost— The cold, crisp days that promise rest. She longs for silence on a snowy day, A blizzard that keeps visitors at bay.   She aches to find a corner by a well-kept fire— To snuggle into with a mason jar of wine.   To take her masks...