High school performing arts director. I am an amateur writer.
Though shadows fall and hearts may weep, Your love's bright flame I'll always keep. Through empty halls where echoes sigh,
By Carrie Guffy12 months ago in Poets
Amidst the verdant hills where whispers play, The river weeps with tears of brackish gloom. The sun, though bright, cast shadows in dismay,
By Carrie Guffyabout a year ago in Poets
A hush blankets earth in a soft winter glow, Where moonlight and starlight weave tales in the snow. The air, crisp and biting, carries a song,
Beneath the velvet cloak of night A quiet spell, a tender light. The season shifts, a breath, a pause, And frost arrives with silent laws.
Holiday Whispers Frosted mornings, breath on glass, In twinkling lights, the memories pass. The hum of carols, soft and clear,
First Frost A quiet breath upon the land, A hush the stars can understand. The dawn arrives on silver feet, While fields in crystal slumber sleep.
Golden sun ascends, Clouds drift in whispered silence, Stars wait for their turn.
The sun is shining, clear is day Toes chilled by the waves embrace The birds showcase their wild display Shy slow fingers interlace
By Carrie Guffy5 years ago in Poets
