Poem: Winter

Crimson embers of fire crackle, Beneath the pale moon light. The stars they twinkle like tiny freckles, Upon the face of the night.   The sun awakens, from its slumbers, Naked vegetation shivers with delight. For they are scarce, they’re few in number, Desperate for the light.   The season sets a spell of slumber,…

Poem – Money

Money, It slips through my fingers, Like slithers of bottle-green seaweed submitting to gravity.   I chase it every day, But yet I still feel drowned at its mercy. I am submerged. Will anyone take mercy?   Celebrities live a life of luxury, Yet still, some show signs of misery. If more money is all…