Bits of life through these blue eyes . .
Posted in Poetry on Feb 20th, 2009
One ship sails East, And one sails West, By the self-same wind that blows; ‘Tis the set of the sail And not the gale, That determines the way it goes.
Like the ships of the sea [...]
Posted in Poetry on Oct 1st, 2007
I know the year is dying, Soon the summer will be dead. I can trace it in the flying Of the black crows overhead; I can hear it in the rustle Of the dead leaves as I pass, And the south wind’s plaintive sighing Through the dry and withered grass.
Ah, ’tis then I [...]
