Sunrise burns through the early mist,
warming me like a quilt forever shared,
August brings forth the winding down of summer days and nights. Soon Nature’s landscape will begin slow quiet changes often without notice. Before the calendar rolls in September, I give you a poem of quiet summer reflection. A moment in time when evening settles…
Walking under the magical light of a lavender dusk; the crushed shell road crunches under my weary feet. I am alone, with thoughts that blow and swirl around to the incessant voice of high tide, as if placing one step ahead of the other…
A warm morning on the beach; the sunrise bellows tangerine and lavender where sea and sky become one. I walk in sand-silenced footsteps along the shoreline with a gathering bucket in hand, listening to breakers crash and the cry of gulls. Above pelicans swoop…
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A land of ineptitude.
"A beginning of the new change"
by Lize Bard
Official Blog of the English Tea Store
Beginning March 20th, 2016 Poetry Breakfast will once again serve a little poetic nourishment every morning. Start your day with our new expanded menu. Poems, of course, are our specialty. But we will also be serving a fuller menu that includes poetry related creative non-fiction such as letters to and from poets, essays on poetry, and anything else that might feed a poet and poetry lover’s soul.