Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

You toss Her tress with wind-song You strum Her air-borne spheres You tug Her hug of lowered sky And break it into tears ...

They help us to handle Whatever life sends A flesh-and-blood candle We simply call Friends How sad would be sorrow H...

September seems like a bit of a blur to me...sigh. But a good sigh because the garden yielded bumper-crops resulting in much summe...

Across This Avenue where blue commands night’s ebbing surge The Edict of Spent Ages and Sages in Training merge And those wh...

 God spreads for eyes, a feast, upon earth's banquet table... The waning way of orchards dapples burnished branch with red ...