Tag: poetry

In madness o'er the waning hour that heaven vastly portends, obscured by clouds that ominous lour before the storm its force expends,   I drain the bitter cup of...

Winter, mad as a March Hare, was finally making its departure. The frenzied snows of yesteryear had gone, no one knew where.   Winter's bite was bitter. The Cold War...

"An Aging Hunter Remembers the First Kill"- an original poem by Jeff Newberry What do I know? This leafy view, this leafy perch. The pre-dawn silence amplified...