Blue refreshing cool
trickling through my finger tips...
Music comes, music goes,
Music like the wind blows...
Madness and despair
fall from such ancient eyes...
The hunters plague the forest,
The rabbits scurry into their burrows...
Timeless Orchard:
A timeless orchard...
Head held high
eyes ablaze like fire...
She weeps tears of sunshine,
On her rainbow forest...
The sun so yellow,
Shines on grass of green...
The flowers sit as a blooming sea of red
the sort I love - Red Roses...
Amidst the moonlit hours
Sounds the rushing cascade...
Autumn to Winter
Look now...
Rictameter:
A rictameter is a nine line poetry form. The 1st...