At Summer’s End

Rays of sunshine ricochet
off an already golden lake–
a cue that summer is ending
not in ghostly whispers of warmth
but in beams of blinding lights

Hygge (A collaborative poem)

Dear everyone, Joy and I wrote this fourth collaborative poem called Hygge. Her writing is in italic and mine is bold. Hygge tell thee, how is thine comfort zoneHygge is a personification but a word of nameHe tells thee, my comfort zone is emptyFor I travel out of it, and never return to itI amContinue reading “Hygge (A collaborative poem)”