Photo by Sunyu Kim on Pexels.com Spring.  The sky is pink, and the world is just beginning to shake off the chill of winter and the warmth of spring. Soft clouds lay against the darkening sky, painted with the bright colors of the sinking sun. White blossoms and red-tinted leaves stretch outward in the lingering… Continue reading Scenes from Sunsets

  Noise I listen for silence, but all around Are voices shrilly calling. The world is filled with deafening sound, The volume never falling.   I search for just a shred of peace, A momentary breath. But those loud voices never cease, And I'm swept up again.   I yearn to close my eyes and… Continue reading Noise

  Creda huddled in the suffocating darkness, pulling her knees to her chest as she buried her face in her arms. The blackness of the night surrounded her like an unending embrace—no, not an embrace. It surrounded her like a pack of wolves, peering savagely at her as they waited to strike. The night was… Continue reading And the Sun Rose

    I try to experiment with poetry from time to time.     When I was younger, memorizing poems was part of my homework, but I never thought much of them. (Except for "The Jabberwocky" by Lewis Carroll. That poem was the highlight of 6th grade. I can still recite it to this day.)… Continue reading Goodbye, Sky