Poems from ncherry
It comes knocking
Every time is something or someone new who wants to come in left to right
Day by Day we are given these opportunities...
What does a bird wish for?
Does it want to swim or would it rather appreciate mighty wings
Would the king of the jungle want the knowledge...
With wings of ash darkness hides me
Shadows glisten on my feathers
Burroughs, dusk, and no where near dawn
Creatures scrambling to find...
It starts with a seed; manifested and festering in the dark cold arms
Knowing nothing else but the moisture that comes and goes; and the...