Poetry

“Walls sweat out as rain seeps in / Flashes of pain and mischief”

“I watch the red that dot your skin, / Like spots of rain on dusty brims,”

“It is cold but not too cold / Winter has come but withdrawn its bite”

“Oh here you are / Growing from nothing”

“‘Twas the night before Christmas, as I laid in my bed / Although it was quiet outside, many thoughts stirred my head;”