Ornamental, Nature by Amy Ward I love to see when you paint the road red Covering fields by your frail fingertips The hope of loss your charity Then bare and covered in sparkling pearls You hold a hidden smile in your core The taking, giving, is not owned Still, I sense a […]
The sky tonight, I’m surprised to find, is grey instead of black; dull enough to make me doubt the stars are coming back. But turning now, to your eyes, cornflower blue and all, reminds me how much time it took to get from spring to fall. That golden season wand’ring streets at midnight hours passed, […]
Mentor Short bread baker Red boot painter Costume sewer; the mask maker Talents in all forms A green witch, an emerald heart Mentor of me, your mentee Gratitude to you and your pure ways And thanks, for all the givings
