‘Tis Silence moves its fingers ‘cross my skin;
it searches, tenuous and then precise,
Tag: sonnet
Autumn Night, Ablaze
This Autumn night is full of shadowed sounds
From leaves that might be steps upon a lawn
‘Tis Silence moves its fingers ‘cross my skin;
it searches, tenuous and then precise,
This Autumn night is full of shadowed sounds
From leaves that might be steps upon a lawn