Poems from ncherry

It comes knocking Every time is something or someone new who wants to come in left to right Day by Day we are given these opportunities...
What does a bird wish for? Does it want to swim or would it rather appreciate mighty wings Would the king of the jungle want the knowledge...
With wings of ash darkness hides me Shadows glisten on my feathers Burroughs, dusk, and no where near dawn Creatures scrambling to find...
It starts with a seed; manifested and festering in the dark cold arms Knowing nothing else but the moisture that comes and goes; and the...