Poems from AutumnCifer

Green Sacrament
To me, they were all sea-glass and Midsummer morning Seraphic choir song that would whisper words of sweet serenity And I would spend...
Weaver of Words, Singer of Songs
Had I a thousand mouthes, a thousand tongues,  to speak endless streams of honeyed- or bitter- words to your heart, I would. Oh, I would!...