The sky has wiped its slate ..

A sonnet.

Dawn gracefully advances with certainty reborn.
Straight up the traveled path
Of Time to meet the Morn.

Keeping the art of short story writing alive.

Another ESS. This one, to me, is a representation of the brevity of purity. There are often tiems when it feels like all the bad in the world is washed away, but human nature will always prevail. Knowledge over perfection always.
I hope you enjoy, let me know how you interpret this poem.

A short poem about abruptness.

The trail of life we all encounter.

A collection of poetry ranging from current events, nature, love, and situational reoccurances.

A story in 10 words.

My second shortest poem.