The Owl

Ragged breathing, on and on, the pair raced through the bracken Carriage laden, heavy wares, their pace would never slacken The Man held lash and shouted on, the beast it frothed and thundered As forest whipped the dusk to blush, endless night broke asunder Crimson hues and barren boughs draped o’er their tarried rush With…

Waiting For Fall

I know, I know, it’s late August and it’s going to be 100 degrees for another month or two, but….