POETRY, GHOSTS, AND VAMPIRES He told me that he loved The warm breeze on his face The smell of pine trees And water on granite
Category: Free Verse
They can wait…
The ghosts That haunt us Can wait Until Halloween. We’ve all Had too much Wearing masks For two summers It might never End So in
Dark Waters
Dark waters Behind glass Dark shapes Covered in spines And slime As cold as death No pretty tropical pets Are these creatures From my nightmares
A Whisper In the Night
Quiet words A whisper in the night The cracks of twigs Wind sings Through the Oaks and darkness A faint flash From an overhead plane
One Cold Winter Night
In the dark night They listened For the cry of the wolf But more The cracks of twigs The rustle of leaves The turn of
Words: Fair Oaks
Curing olives with my dad The glug of the garden hose In the tub of green fruit Golden fall leaves surround us And the
