Poems from j.me.francais

There were 3 jars on the mantel  that gleamed down at me like heavenly orbs Ashes, Water, and Honey. Ashes - it was blue, with red dots...
The frost and fire and strength rise again in my chest And I feel myself mimicking the rain. I am cold, rushing air and water; also strong...
will you wander with me to where the rocks greet the ocean the waves kiss stony lips jagged smiles and the sun simpers as a small child...