The silence of snoweach decibel cocooned between the flakesfalling gently from a deep blue sky. Trees mantled in lace like debutantesgnarled bark hidden from their suitorsWaiting for the
Poetry
I have been writing poetry since the 2nd grade. Why stop now?
Poetry
The Old Man The River And The Sea
Said the old man to the river,“I am a pebble to your torrent,barely rattling as I am carriedfar below my grassy knoll.” And the river deeply rumbled,flashing waves
Poetry
Bare Trees
Bare trees10,000 fingers stretching skywardto feel the winds caressone last timebefore their deep slumberbeneath the frozen mantlein dreams of running sapand tiny leaves dancingin the breeze once more.
Poetry
shadows behind curtains
Shadows behind curtainsflicker grey on greythrough mist and clatterof dishes scrubbedrobotlikeone side to the other. I smile and wavea pause suspendeddish poised for the rackand then a smile
Digital Work Poetry
Love Ventures…
Yet another haiku that seemed to stream from my mind no sooner than I posted Harvest Moon. And so it goes. 🙂
