Tag: poem

by Charity Carlson Hirst Reaching up, she emerged from the brown earth, a young baby seedling taking her time….

by Charity Carlson Hirst Today I am a small, lonely leaf, trembling among bare branches of oak, mottled with…

by Charity Carlson Hirst in humble homage to T.S. Eliot’s masterpiece The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock – my…