Through The Mist Of Autumn P.O. M. November

The summer’s joys have gone Leaving fallen whispers Beneath a weeping sun Alas the soil is barren For seeds they sleep quite still There’s no more births for this year Just the winters chill The garden sleeps in slumbers Way beyond each dawn Forgetting when to wake up...

A Garland Of Angels, Outside The Now & My Treasure

A Garland of Angels The angels placed a garland Right here upon the ground And laced between its blossoms Such beauty did abound The perfume from each petal Did make my senses reel As dewdrops from the morning Sweet natures love reveal I stood and looked in wonder At...