Tag Archives: poetry

Rain, birdsong, voices Drops shudder the yellow leaves What was I doing?

A tomb’s chartreuse dome Behind leaves before the sky I’m grateful for them

Moving continents Black and clear blue, glowing pink An amazing sky!

Willow leaves tumble Until they find a surface Water from a spring

The sky at seven The color of hope that hurts And the crying swifts

The trees turn black and The sky, indescribable. Look up and it’s changed.

Tiny drops of steam Ebb and flow before the light With each of my breaths

Dry brown chestnut leaves Hang in tannin scented air At last they can rest

Through three panes of glass Moonlight is much refracted But still it’s there

I pass through the door (Cool breeze under hot sun) And into autumn