The Hollow
In ev’ning’s restless twilight fall,
I’d steal away amid the flight
of creatures stirring to its call
or hast’ning to abodes of night.
I strode the lanes, as I was wont,
through field and fen and wood and … Continue readingThe Hollow
Tag: Poetry
Touchstone
What cunning stroke could have split this boulder, yet left its halves stacked neatly ajar? From what larger rock had it been rent in an even earlier era? What inexorable forces severed it from its origin and bore it away … Continue readingTouchstone