Midnight and the curtain falls. Autumn's performance will be concluded until next September. Applause crescendos in the distance. Raining down snowflakes renders silent the leaves of change. Go now into the hushed landscape of hibernation. We will soon wake as sprouts of life breaking through the stillness of the frozen tundra. Wait for us. Life blooms again in the tranquil breezes of spring. Stand in the ovation of rebirth.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
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Lovely, lovely poem with such a gentle warmth.
Ron
Michael D.