Cherrie > Writing | WritersCafe.org | The Online Writing Community

Heaven’s tears freely flow, falling fast. Mingling with the prayers of men. Making a celestial mist of praise. That dances upon the win..

Morning's breath, caresses the trees. While, the shadows of dusk, are caught in between. Pale light wafts, brightening fast, declaring, the..

The rising crescent Moon drips golden rays of butter, and the Galaxy's Milky-Way churns a creamy treat. As fluttering eyes of rest chase a candi..

Within this little hovel, is the place that we call home. Counting sister Sue, she and hers make 32. Bulging at the seams the Winter ai..

True, fair is Sumer. Life’s fullness is found in her, but now with the axis turning. I long for an Autumn Day. Yesterday’s canvas of gr..

Little one scurry on, I am worried hurry home. The day is late, as shadows crease, and danger looms upon the streets. The blooming nigh..

Blistering silence cleaves the air, And the pounding of my heart is all I can hear. Suspended in motion by the blush of a bud. The hummingb..

The big C

Here in the dark, I feel you. My memory, stronger than time. And my habit of rising early, suspended. For I’m afraid, to t..

Standing in front of the mirror, I see.What do you think I see?Not I, but you, I see.My love, I see.I see,you.