End of Summer

By LaBruyere in dreams on

I once beheld dreams as leaves Green and full of life Their veins clear against the sunlight Never to see autumn Never to let go Never to crinkle. But some I behold now as at end of summer wondering if fall will come on them after all. Crushed to brown…

Narnia

By LaBruyere in books on

One childhood I had, but truthfully two; Nay, more than two worlds were my dwelling place. For every book I inwardly flew To lands much impressed and never erased From the light in my heart, writ on my face And etched in my soul with a lock and key-- And…

My Present Longing

By LaBruyere in contest on

I longed for summer Back in dusty rooms of woodsmoke Reveling in cocoa, briefly, But aching for days I remembered As alive And full of joys in cut grass And watermelon rinds. Summer evenings cooled to sultry theatres For fireflies on a clothesline-curtain stage. And my age Was two and…