Poems from Chaunicie
"To whom do these concern?"
How this question vexes me.
Can you not see the depth of my soul already?
Have I not revealed to you enough...
Trees, the wind blows through them;
and all I hear is applause.
"What do you hear?" she asks,
"do you hear the laughter, and the...
Primitive light envelopes the birch logs in heliotrope.
Autumn leaves adopt an auburn glint.
Crouched moon in the southern sky.
This...
No matter what,
I will never forget the first time
we kissed.
Walking together on a trail,
completely captivated,
waiting for the...
If Winter only taught me one thing,
it would be how to not respond
when life calls for me.
Winter told me to ignore it,
when my best...