The FoolAug 29, 20201 min readSpider WebA spider's webShines in lightWhile the gentle wind, does hold it tightCome wondering, come wanderingFor the spider sits ponderingWhether to tell you its secretOr leave you silent and squandering.
A spider's webShines in lightWhile the gentle wind, does hold it tightCome wondering, come wanderingFor the spider sits ponderingWhether to tell you its secretOr leave you silent and squandering.
When the Muses Leave...When the muses leave, what is left but silence? The abysmal comfort, the unending sleep- when the muse leaves where I go to find it? With what rapture, what song- may I sing now in the day that lasts
Jingle of a Crooked Walking StickThe wanderer, the seeker All are all the weaker For they fail to see the world’s telling brand The simple sound of one hand….