From Charleston SC - "I am still learning." Michelangelo
Winter’s harsh breath steals across the land so vast In chilling whispers beckoning beneath an icy blast Frost harkens back life and death in one fell swoop
By Cindy Calderabout a year ago in Poets
There’s a lingering chill stirring in the day’s air Reaching to depths of scattered corners laid bare Creeping along recesses of both hearth and mind
A rooted dream grows of fruits, lingering inside This holiday, a hope to quiet the dismal cries, Still, a bigger desire dares surface and invade
A crisp frost creeps over land in winter’s first Early morning movement one December dawn Falling on flowers, like sleeping lovers entangled
A crisp chill creeps forth in winter’s frosty first Stealing in like a thief one early December dawn Falling on two lovers sleeping thus entwined.
My grandmother, Sarah Lois, born in 1900, told a story of real Christmas magic initiated each year by her father, which you'll find lovingly remembered herein.
By Cindy Calderabout a year ago in Families
In the birth of winter’s finely dusted chill Sumptuous, swirling steam fills the frosty air Tickling the nose as it rises and tantalizes,
In a gathering of old souls who recognized and sang to mine I heard echoes of long past ages and words innately divine
Whispering moonlight Night's haunting soliloquy Breathes life in lost dreams
The words ring loud: "Double, Double Toil and Trouble" While she stirs a spoon encased in knobby, gnarly knuckles,
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. The foreboding directive invaded like a mephitic odor. Dahlia didn’t understand. What the hell was behind the red door?
By Cindy Calderabout a year ago in Horror
Fated lovers pause ‘Neath twin moons and starred skies as Mirrored hearts echo
