Our Poetry Collection

The Subtle Shift in Autumn Light

It's not the cold, it's not the breeze,That strips the green from summer's trees.It is the way the sunlight falls,In longer shadows on the walls.A golden slant, more honey than fir...

The Pure Magic of the First Snowfall

The world holds its breath, the colors fade,A silent, gentle masquerade.The messy browns, the tired grays,Are hidden in a soft, white haze.Each flake, a promise, soft and deep,To p...

The Heavy Comfort of a Pet's Head in Your Lap

A sudden weight, a gentle sigh,A trusting, half-closed, sleepy eye.This heavy head, this simple trust,Turns all my worries into dust.I am an anchor, safe and sound,On this most sac...

The Strange Intimacy of Sharing an Umbrella

The world contracts to this small space,A hurried, synchronized pace.Close enough to feel the heat,Of a stranger on a rainy street.We navigate the slick, wet ground,A tiny world, w...

The Forgotten Smell of a School Library Book

You crack the spine, a puff of dust,A scent of knowledge, age, and trust.It smells of paper, glue, and time,A quiet, academic crime.The scent of fifty different hands,From this and...

The Collector of Last Breaths

In jars of crystal, clear and bright,He gathers whispers of the night.The final sigh, a gentle wisp,From weary lip and silent tryst.Each holds a life, a love, a fear,A universe tha...

The Ghosts of Old Internet Sounds

A screech, a hiss, a digital prayer,To climb aboard the online air.The 'You've Got Mail!' a welcome cry,Beneath a pixelated sky.An ICQ 'uh-oh!' of dread,The silent words you left u...

The Strange Comfort of a Foggy Day

The world is blurred, the edges soft,No distant hill, no high aloft.Just this small room of pearly gray,To keep the bigger world at bay.The fog, a blanket, thick and deep,While all...

The Ambient Comfort of the Refrigerator Hum

It is the house's steady heart,A gentle, low, electric art.The soundtrack to the midnight snack,The hum that says there's no way back.When all is still, and all is dark,It is the h...