Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

Dynevor Road (5)

The Attic Room   Winds howl down the chimney flue An autumn storm To keep me awake.   The frantic fluttering of doomed birds stirring Soot and smuts into the … Continue reading

March 12, 2016 · Leave a comment

Tanka 2

Breathing in crisp must The scents that herald winter. Understanding that written on each golden page, Shining words of renewal.

February 27, 2016 · Leave a comment