Gratitude
A Cold and Windy Night
On a bitterly cold and desolate night, when the wind mercilessly howls and the darkness envelops the world, nature itself seems to conspire to send a shiver down your spine. The trees, standing tall and solemn, whisper secrets that only the night can comprehend, their eerie voices adding an air of mystery to the already chilling atmosphere.
By Solomon Walker10 months ago in Poets
Afternoon Communion. Top Story - December 2025.
I had a visitor in my classroom the other day. She, unknowingly, flew into a storm of cacophony and swarms of students swatting at her. She found a safe place to land and made her way over to my desk where she climbed onto a note pad and passed the time grooming herself and studying me with quiet curiosity. I was able to release her onto a Texas Sage bush right outside my classroom window.
By Sara Little10 months ago in Poets
Human angels
They are like angels dressed in the nothingness of everyday life. Their brightness fills every chaos and deafness, entering the silence of the mind without saying anything. With a smile and a glance, they say more than anyone else after hours of conversation or lectures. They enter the soul and purify it. Their sound is the most delicate particle of existence that a human being can perceive. , and she carries information for the youngest to make their lives better and for the oldest to make their lives better. She believes and acts, she does not introduce doubt, she gives faith and strength, she does not squeeze, but teaches by herself and her work, giving herself completely but not forgetting about herself.
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 10 months ago in Poets
