Penny's Poetry Blog

February Last night I heard a robin sing; And though I walked where woods were bare, And winds were cold, life quivered there, As if i...

Christmas The Christmas bells ring discord overhead; The angel-song fell silent long ago; Nor seer, nor silly shepherd comes, star-led...

I Speak Your Name I speak your name in alien ways, while yet November smiles from under lashes wet.      In the November light I see y...