A sigh like a shiver shed in frailty’s grip
A laugh like a shaking off of shriveled skin
The bones of a dried leaf crack and crumble,
breaking, brittle, hoarse its cry…
The fall of a faint life whispers to the silent earth
Broken, Free
Poet and writer of imaginative fiction; lover of ancient wisdom literature and mythology; one most passionate about the vibrant world, and all life, and all beauty...it is all I am. View more posts
Caelan Rowan McCuen