MY POEMS

The rain falls, the ground does not frost. The water nourishes the earth and we wait for this to transform into buds and leaves once...

Blustery and cold, the wind was across the park today. A grey atmosphere accompanied the chill. It is the beginning of the year once more...

The leaves are all gone. The frost is on the ground. The landscape is described as barren - a poetic metaphor for something empty or...

Sometimes there can be too much thought in your head. So writing it down can help you order it and understand better. This is a form of...