Three Songs At The End Of Summer (Jane Kenyon Poems)
A second crop of hay lies cutand turned. Five gleaming crowssearch and peck between the rows.They make a low, companionable ...
A second crop of hay lies cutand turned. Five gleaming crowssearch and peck between the rows.They make a low, companionable ...
Dame Spider had spun herself lank and thin With trying to take her neighbors in; Grasshopper had traveled ...
I am the love killer,I am murdering the music we thought so special,that blazed between us, over and over.I am ...
The skin of the lake sliced not quite silently the fiberglass keel cutting the waves yet almost still after midnight ...
Beeropolis rises each summer like a revival convention on the Oak Bluffs meeting grounds A city of coolers, campers, and ...
Eight silent canoes Pushed off onto the still waters At 2am on a July night. The full moon and stars ...
I am the love killer, I am murdering the music we thought so special, that blazed between us, over and ...
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