The kindling has been gathered The tinder has been too There's stacks of well cut firewood I'm just waiting to go through For season upon season I've dreamt of this one fire And building up the flames and coals Of an inextinguishable pyre At times I have forgotten how To hope for winter's cold And … Continue reading Kindling

Hoped For

The attacks Of little men Who wield with Deeds and words Leave a woman Feeling like Her voice Was never heard "See me," she cries With unheard tears, "Not just my pretty face, "And listen to my heart," She pleads But little men Ignore her truth And tear her soul apart But There comes another … Continue reading Hoped For