In grade-school, I was told about Two Planets That collided, out in Nothingness. They said, “That is the reason

In the early morning misty light, When flowers are being kissed, She appears at the river’s falls Like a shadow in the mist. To see her there, like rain on gla…

The Skylight’s Pink. There’s a H… In the mist and the morning shadow… Love and life, like a sculptures k… Has carved a world of sorrows. Grieving Blue, if all you knew

Down and ‘round, ’round and down, Three brave souls went creeping In darkened halls and dim-lit stai… Their squinting eyes were peeping. Beatrice Fly saw the Master’s hea…

The whirlwind drifts across the snow like a dancer Stirring up confusion as it twirls The children chase along

The morning’s Sun peaks From behind black faced skylines That wait to be seen. Then the Rooster crows In hopes of waking others

In Sand-Land nothing stays the sa… Although solidity seems to be the… But if change is going to happen i… It will do it by the elements of… The artist often forms the sculptu…

Has it set the tone When the old mill stone No longer turns the grain to flowe… When the thoughts of man Can’t devise a plan