My heart feels as empty as a newly cleared field
where once August's tall, green stalks stood,
as cold as the andirons that hold out their arms
filled with ashes instead of hot wood,
as hard as the ice is on top of the lake
in winter as then thus it should,
and as dark as the long nights without any stars,
like a demon in black cloak with hood.....

new bie
beautiful beautiful beautiful verse
supani

as beautiful a verse is beautiful as you

Yes, I quite agree; welcome, new friend and fellow poet.

Welcome home. I think you will like it here. We are very pleased and honored that you have joined us.

Respect and solidarity,

+Stevie
Poet in Residence
BrainMeta.com

Thank you!

Thank you for the grace of your presence and words of wisdom.

Rodger

I am totally tripping on your poem right now.

A fantastic voyage! I love your poetry.

Dark and deep, secrets keep, Merry Meet and

Blessed Be,

+Stevie, tripping on Manson Dust