All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               Verdant bough was past its height and peak of hue and bloom.  Edges of its tender petals curled in wilt and first of yellow-show even as heart and broad of the fine white-pink held open, delicate, and bright.                She looked upon the sight, appreciating the beauty that remained.  The beauty was never made […]

        She joined him in the evening view, as nighttime settled in; sounds of the wind chimes in gentle’s blow, celestial in airy notes—of the earth, man, but more and further too.           A cool returned, absent in day, and she covered herself in wrap and hold of arms.  Silent, they shared […]