Smoke and Ash

By LaBruyere in fixedform on

The ash had fallen round about the mountain and she waits Her remnants covered fields of green with black and dusty night. After her eruption came a quiet death, a state Of cold and distant solitude and some quaked at the sight. But come the morning light, the fire Has…

Sun Sonnet

By LaBruyere in fixedform on

Fair mistress of the skies, demurely, Oh how she hides her face from those Who want no more than light, and truly, A sweet release from dark. She goes So thoughtless to the bereaved children Of the light, and will not hear them, She hides away in bitter gray, Too…