Poems from LizCross
On a Monday
He sent her crimson roses
For love is the best way
To start the week
On a Tuesday
He picked for her some violets
And they tried...
The little boy, brown hair, green eyes
Who took off his training wheels
All by himself
With his first tool kit
The one I stand across...
Mist rises from a sodden lane
Of pavement dark with cloudy morn.
A shrouded moon begins to wane,
And all seems silent and forlorn.
The...
The candles all sit in a line
And shine so bright and tall
Little do they flicker
In the golden glowing hall
Somewhere opens a door and...
Falling, falling
And the stars are flying
My heart is crying
My soul is dying
And my numb, numb hands
They uselessly reach
To catch the...