Swirling wind

Honed to razor edge

Heartless dagger on reckless course


Winter sky

Blood spattered canvas

Washed pink by the tears of lost youth


Lifeless leaves

Strewn on restless ground

Quake in fear of death’s cold tenure


Lonely bard

Cloaked in threadbare fleece

Pines and mopes for rune’s dark passage



Daily Post Keyword: Mope


About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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2 Responses to Solstice

  1. Paula Light says:

    Wishing you a happier 2017, Phil.


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