skies

Rainstorm

I gaze across the deadened plains No sign of life, no sound of breeze Within the brook, no brook remains No birds are singing in the trees All nature awaits a soothing balm Some small relief to the parched terrain Then far off though the deadly calm I hear the sound of the coming rain

By |2022-07-16T20:13:49+00:00July 17th, 2022|Featured Poems, Home Page Feature, Poems|

Elbereth

Elbereth,the Evening Star, the Star Queen, spoken of in legends for hundreds of years. And yet still a creation of the Lord Almighty.

By |2021-02-19T06:09:42+00:00October 11th, 2020|Poems|