Out on the Lake.
Watercolour on paper
Rick LeCocq
November 30, 2007
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Autumn's Gilded Breeze
Autumn leaves form a cradle
rocked by wind and spun like dreidels
Ghostly spectres haunt the sky
cast upon an upturned eye.
Chance to fall within my reach
with veins run cold they do beseech:
Drink deeply autumn's gilded breeze
to brace thy heart before the freeze.
Rick LeCocq
October 1, 2007
I don't often write poetry, but this one just fell out of my head as I was going to sleep.
Friday, July 27, 2007
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