B. D. Hildreth

Think of all the thoughts we think, Ideas, emotions too; Poems and books, heroes and crooks, Our little world so blue; Think of all...

Good morning my love, said the sun to the moon; She crescently smiled, said I'll be 'round soon; Catch me if you can for a kiss, said...

What the injured moth don't know, As I pluck him from the ground; Is whether I am friend or foe, As I move him safe and sound; But what...

Row of cedars along an old and rocky drive, Beneath clouds from which rain trickles; the peace for which we strive #poetry #micropoetry...

Life is a vine from which patience does not grow; And will usher forth fruit like a watched pot until we learn properly to sow #poetry...

We are what we are by the death of a star; And how Is by the intense mix of elements; Where is mostly because that which is...

Tender branches push forth the nectar filled blossoms from which a hummingbird sips, Above a honeysuckle fence by the forest's edge is...