Poems from T_Train132

A bleak blanket sopping wet hangs above Soaked soles, slogging through A shivered whirl and sloppy earth, That nips the garbs now quenched...
  Down by the cabin where the apple trees dropped The sweetest honeycrisps I’d ever sunk teeth into, And o’er the field where the...
A waking soul of Western slumber rises Eastward, from the depths of the nurturing wood, Tipping over its goblet of honey, And bathing the...