In the silence, raspberry and tangerine mingling like half-melted sherbet behind the eastern trees on the hill, coffee diluted by the dullness of a room too temperatured, the chaos and unknowns of a land, free and not-so-much anymore, broken and unmending (Will we survive another semi-quincentennial? Will we survive even this day?), are softened to… Continue reading The Hope of a Nation
Tag: Sarah Elizabeth Moore
Twilight Angels
From my heart to yours,
Grass Fairy
Here's a new poem for you all. No rhythm or rhyme; no form. Just words. Words make me happy. I hope they give you a bit of happiness today, also. I hope you feel inspired to sit outside in the grass for a while. And dream. From my heart to yours,
Remember Well
From my heart to yours,
On the Horizon
A springish free verse for you. Happy April! From my heart to yours,