New poetry |
SWEET SURRENDER
The cat hangs precariously
over the table edge,
in an effort to get next to me
and the warmth of the computer.
Fall afternoon light breaks the trees.
Scent of eucalyptus, intoxicating,...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Oct 2008 20:27:00 GMT |
a walk in the woods... |
Last week I saw a deer while walking in the woods - today she seemed to have brought her whole family which moved me to write. In Native American totemic terms, the deer is a messenger of serenit...
Posted by on Fri, 22 Aug 2008 19:51:00 GMT |
one for the weekend.... |
BUD
Late frost
on the rose,
kills the bud
that comes too early.
Giddy petals
rush
to show
their colors
to the sun.
How can they know
it would be safer
to stay
tight-lipped,
concealing their passion,
u...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Aug 2008 10:05:00 GMT |
Just a few more offerings |
TEARS AND RAIN
On waking,
I reflect that, perhaps,
because it rained last night,
my tears
are just stray raindrops,
fallen onto my face
through the open window
as I slept.
LATE HOME
Wired inside,
h...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Jul 2008 09:47:00 GMT |
