Kieron leans over the handlebars of his mountain-bike as he waits on the gravel shoulder by the side of the road. He listens to the zipper-buzz of the grasshoppers hidden amongst the tall grass. It’s a dry and dusty day, the long, hot summer taking its to...
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Hard sunlight upon crystal snow,A frozen realm where love won't grow.Daffodil shoot in stasis now,A sleeping bulb, e'er green its brow.In witching hour, this hea...