Quilted stratus, high above my troubles,  Roseate, heralding the breaking day.  I in lonesome quilted blanket huddle,  Sallow, darkness’s cover fades to gray.  — Unburd’ning pines cast needle tines aside. Aimless zephyrs cut wild ‘cross the meadow. Laden I lay lamenting swelling tides, Fettered by sheets — by schemes wrought in shadows. — The thrush... Continue Reading →