By Maxim Trevelyan
On the dreary eve, Cold, I came back to my house, Shivering, shaking. Putting coat away, I went to the kitchen light, Surprise awaiting. Silvery, steaming Mug of dark, goodness delight, Brings back warmth inside. Taking a small sip, Many tastes exploded out, I knew I’ll be fine.
By Sky Alton
Beyond the Portrait Hole The nearby fire pops and cracks The cushions, soft at my back Through the window the light fails Around the tower wind wails. While I dream by the fireside The ink on my quill has dried There’s still work to do before bed Answers to find in my head. All around me students chat, Did you hear, who, this and that Leave aside work and duty Relish life’s simple beauty
By Prof. Tarma Black
Cosy Cosy is squished Under a fifty pound dog Who trusts you to let her Steal the bed The couch And feed her so that Her ribs and spine never protrude again And who looks at you with Eyes of love. Cosy is being pushed over to the Edge of the bed And happy.