‘A Strange Sun’: A Poem by Patricia Rogers Crozier
A Strange Sun The ships sailed up the river’s mouth, Against a steely, clear-eyed gale, Far from the vineyard ...
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‘The Dryads’: A Poem by Patricia Rogers Crozier
The Dryads The day we found the hoof-prints in the soil And felt the breath of dark, indolic heat, ...
I feel the movement in this one
sunrise slowly grows breaking winter's icy grip waking dormant trees morning lake mist climbs sunlight warms cool springtime air clouds…
It's fascinating to know that the bridge was, for some time, a memorial to Lucerne's recently deceased. Sounds like a…
Refreshing reading, Michael. I'm happy to report I've not seen the movie. My friends who have seen it are disappointed…
Dearest Adam, I fell upon this site tonight. Your poem is esquite. It is one of the most beautiful encounters…
