Writing

The lightest rain So quiet, it falls Slowly like snow Blurring the color Of the air and trees Making everything A uniform dampness ..

15th April 2013. 7:15 pm. The whole family had finally managed to finish the packing and we were on our way to the Delhi Railway Station..

A year in Vancouver, BC, Canada.

The Vicar, Reverend Birkenshaw Was a man deep filled with gloom, He often regretted his calling On a rain filled afternoon, The c..

The transition from fall to winter

We’d moved on in to a clifftop house When our babe was very young, I had to erect a barbed wire fence To keep our darling at ho..

With a touch of magic in the air, and the misery of a cold, wet season, a new star rises to the heavens...

I’d swear a monster lived in the hallOf the house when I was young,Just like the tiger under the bedI could see when they were gone,For I could ..

It was a damp kiss of an image.

I wrote this poem to express how I feel about winter.

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