Grass

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work— I am the grass; I cover all. And pile them high at Gettysburg And pile… Read more »

Snowflakes

Snowflakes spill from heaven’s hand Lovely and chaste like smooth white sand. A veil of wonder laced in light Falling Gently on a winters night. Graceful beauty raining down Giving… Read more »