Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse
WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night
wild rose bush crushed between the rocks so carelessly placed and yet there a soul looks out at me
Pappa always told me that you should never tell all you… and I found it to be good advice I recall the time I got back from… with my winter stores back in ‘39
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
I met her at the supermarket this… She told me she works in the schoo… I saw again a little girl nervousl… at the taunting –Tallest girl in g… And I wonder if she’s back there…
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
odd to think of the world without… a frozen corpse in the revolving e… molten lava below cold stars above journeying through the long, wide… unknowing
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls
grey rocks flowering in melting fu… first blooms of March after winter… a flock of ducks is muttering in t… the first light of day to brush th… shakes the branches they reply…
