Six poems for quiet evenings

A small collection of luminous verses — click a card to read, or let chance choose for you.

Morning Light

Morning light on quiet streets, a soft wind turns the pages—

The harbor keeps its secrets in bronze—a slow song over water.

In the glass orchard, fruit holds the sky like a held breath.

The midnight tram slides through neon rain, empty seats humming.

Paper lanterns lift above the courtyard, small moons with borrowed fire.

Between the stacks, an ember glow—stories warming their own shadows.