Elizabeth
Original Poetry

Elizabeth

(To my niece, who is both an athlete and a musician.) *** I marvelled at you on the holidays: A beauty now, your mother fresh-revised. "She's like the hammered dulcimer she plays," I thought; "she's…

Faery Lure
Original Poetry

Faery Lure

One eve, I wandered, through grassy glade, Breathing scents of apples, and violets. While, at some distance, strange music, played. But I did not know the secret, yet! - Somehow, the source, I could not…