A Way of Looking at Beauty
It is beauty itself that you are here.The small beating in your heart keepsthe world alive. Therefore, do not askif it was a good year or a bad year.Do not torm...
Tag: poem
Dance of the Dead
Nordic acceptance is long winter All things living flee in old NovemberNo claim to Autumn’s throne of lonelinessWhispers amongst the trees chillBarren rea...
The Loyal Pair
I’ve been following this pair since spring. Remember the vigilant cob? And then we went away for summer break, before I could see the cygnets. Even though I kno...