“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language. And next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.” ~ T.S. Eliot
Welcome to nightpoetry. A garden where I plant, grow and reap sight, sound and feeling. Something is always in season. Come and enjoy the harvest with me…
“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language. And next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.” ~ T.S. Eliot