My muse

Another Quatern My muse be dull and deathly cold, All lyrics and finest of rhyme, Though my thoughts be teeming and bold And my day be in purest prime, My brighter moments,all true blooms. My muse be dull and deathly cold And a day of blank truly comes When selfish quatrains do arms fold, All […]

An unrhymed Quatern

Responding to a challenge from reowr’s blog All is truly well that ends well Like earth and her dearest of souls, Who shall blossom after the storm And rejoice,and thrive evermore. In the light of the aftermath, All is truly well that ends well. Now we shall hear the wedding bell For a lover and […]