An old dress on the line
Fills with wind
Balancing the lawn
A child empties his shoe
Into the summer wind
Run and rake leaves
Just passing through
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Category: Poem
Making Tea
Lightning!
Breaking through night clouds
A paper fan,
Here the smell of things
Our pillows, the dregs of rain
All in a kettle.
Frost at Midnight
In Xanadu
symphony and song?
Mirrored in your soul
Going home, your hands seeping,
Jamis Vu, on your way to
Quality control- Live as strangers
Never home.
Crystal
Repeat what you say to me
I know what you hate
So I do it constantly
Are from the start
A chosen few
I’ll sit by you
Out in dew
Crystal
Repeat what you say to me
I know what you hate
So I do it constantly
Are from the start
A chosen few
I’ll sit by you
Out in dew
A drink
Thunder!
Like the love of a cat
Steam risen
From my tea cup
Melted snow nestled in the moon
A misty day
Steady wind
It looks very important
Holding back tears
Thinking, up and down a tree
Stillness and solitude
Till a crowd of children
Push through the leaves
Old pets
A white kitten rolls
In dust, My Grandfather
Remembers how a tiger snatched
His pomeranian in a world, he lost.
I think of revelations,
Barefoot, in the sun.
Sneaking past
A moth escapes
A rain shower
Faceless,
Yawning Breeze
Deep in the mist
All mine
Foggy bridge
Deep in fog,
The clatter over a bridge
River stones and moss
Dark forests
Gazing at flowers
I want to sleep
Lingering in your voice.
