• Fallen Beauty

    Amber eyes, glowing softly,
    Form and face of quiet frailty
    Voice of once such golden timbre,
    Worn away to just a whisper... more »

  • The Shape Of Words

    The shape of words in Autumn is different from other seasons
    Remarks are brittle and dry, turning to dust on the tongue
    Deeply colourful in their death throes,
    The skeletons of beautiful things picked clean by crows.... more »