Add to ORKGNight reached greedy fingers across a leaden sky. In the west, a sullen November sunset faded into a melancholy gray. Naked trees swayed and bent and moaned under the whiplash of a winter wind. Leaves whirled and fell in a lifeless dance. Dull, brown, untidy lawns darkened in the fading light
JOEL McWRIGHT paused and listened once again for the sound of the bell, before he unhooked doubletre...
Poet's Byline: Sallie M. BryanEpigraph: "I might forget her melting prayer / When wild'ring pleasure...
You might find me at the end of my days perched on the shoreline at sunset. Some rocky overlook wher...
The northern day was drawing to a close, and as I watched the sun slide down behind multi-colored cl...
Dusk was enveloping the city when the first tiny flakes began to fall. I remember looking through my...
The vanity of the trees leaning over the rivers adjusting and readjusting their coiffures. The solem...
As I look around my room in this practical, unimaginative daylight, I can yet feel the terror and se...
Last night the sky opened wide to surround me and my soul leapt up to greet it. 
It was a bright, brisk day. The foaming sea crashed gaily against shining rocks. The wind blew high ...
He came out into the sun. Spice of wood-dust hung over the line of shanties following the canal; it ...
TRAVELING DOWN THE HIGHWAY, GOING NOWHERE YET GETTING SOMEPLACE, TIME TO TAKE A BREAK. SPARKLING CRY...
Oh, the glory of it all! The sun was a magnificant ball of flame as it descended low in the heavens....
It is morning. The cool deliberate spacing of witless sun in a blind mute gray..
Tonight as I walked home through the thick darkness, Guided only by spots of light from the streetla...
Poet's Byline: Sallie M. BryanFirst Line of Poem: The Fairy-land beyond the sunset gleaming
JOEL McWRIGHT paused and listened once again for the sound of the bell, before he unhooked doubletre...
Poet's Byline: Sallie M. BryanEpigraph: "I might forget her melting prayer / When wild'ring pleasure...
You might find me at the end of my days perched on the shoreline at sunset. Some rocky overlook wher...
The northern day was drawing to a close, and as I watched the sun slide down behind multi-colored cl...
Dusk was enveloping the city when the first tiny flakes began to fall. I remember looking through my...
The vanity of the trees leaning over the rivers adjusting and readjusting their coiffures. The solem...
As I look around my room in this practical, unimaginative daylight, I can yet feel the terror and se...
Last night the sky opened wide to surround me and my soul leapt up to greet it. 
It was a bright, brisk day. The foaming sea crashed gaily against shining rocks. The wind blew high ...
He came out into the sun. Spice of wood-dust hung over the line of shanties following the canal; it ...
TRAVELING DOWN THE HIGHWAY, GOING NOWHERE YET GETTING SOMEPLACE, TIME TO TAKE A BREAK. SPARKLING CRY...
Oh, the glory of it all! The sun was a magnificant ball of flame as it descended low in the heavens....
It is morning. The cool deliberate spacing of witless sun in a blind mute gray..
Tonight as I walked home through the thick darkness, Guided only by spots of light from the streetla...
Poet's Byline: Sallie M. BryanFirst Line of Poem: The Fairy-land beyond the sunset gleaming
JOEL McWRIGHT paused and listened once again for the sound of the bell, before he unhooked doubletre...
Poet's Byline: Sallie M. BryanEpigraph: "I might forget her melting prayer / When wild'ring pleasure...
You might find me at the end of my days perched on the shoreline at sunset. Some rocky overlook wher...