On summer nights with dusk near nigh
as twilight bathes a yawning sky...

Winter
cold and frosty mornings...

This is who I am...
my hands tremor to the point...

Day fades to hues of dusky pinks
over mountains where shadows deep...

A snow-pregnant sky,
threatening to give birth...

"Mommy, what is to die?"
"To die is to go away&quot...

Delicate buds will never bloom
roots too young to stand alone...

You said you saw me waving
from across the crowded bistro...

And...
as a rusting boat slouched sulkily...

Shivering heather
awaken to misty moors...

Late summer evening and you are late
moments spent waiting are lost moments...

The headlines today
told us all that Rob Kardashian...