
By the days you have struck a match,
a steady flame of ink and quill
to shine against the night and its darkness,
cast your creative sun across the sky
unto every reader’s eye.
Two years of flowing eloquence
twenty four months of stanza silver,
one hundred and four weeks
of poetic rose petals
gracing with the elegance
within the beauty of AP’s garden.
We celebrate your blessings to us all,
the countless treasures you have shared,
all the joy you brought through your presence.
The times you touched
those moments you captured the stars,
each line you cause the world to pause its spinning,
long enough for us to gaze
at the diamonds of your artistry
and cherish their facets as priceless.

s such luscious imagery




9 old applause
