Midwinter The snowy backyard, with a grey stone patio, on top of it a puddle of blurry ice. With a great orangish yellow sunset beginning, the tree, all leafless and dead, stands there still with tiny bits of snow on its branches. Grey stairs, chipped and chiseled throughout many years, have a tiny finish of Read more…
Zayd is reading “The Wind in the Willows” and here adds (from Ratty’s eyes) more rapturous devotion to the best season for a water rat: summer of course! Ratty’s poem The summer is bright, just like you my friend O, summer tell us what flora you send The purple loosestrife bright with spikes Then come Read more…
Chess Foes enter the game, confidence in hand But leave with nothing but broken pieces A simple win by the move of a queen Had shattered any hopes along with their king The opening was strong but not for long As pawn by pawn vanished from the field The Rook and Bishop cleaned the rivals’ Read more…
“The Force that Through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower” by Dylan Thomas describes an internal conflict he has with his body as he struggles to grasp how to describe himself as nature. This poem is composed of vivid comparisons between parts of himself and free-flowing aspects of nature in the world that surrounds him. Read more…
Gold lights shows but fills of greed
Rock dulls, bores but does the deed
