Nature’s reality
Flowers in the warm sun...

As night falls
romance covers...

The blood red wine of
pomegranates...

Refrigerators are made
to keep things cold...

no oil or pitches
to make tender...

Standing on the bank
of a little lake...

Tell me not your troubles
and I will not cause you mine to hear...

She is the keeper of secrets-
mysteries untold...

what strange wailing comes
from a contented heart...

Flowers in the warm sun
never taking care...

His face-
greasy and worn...

Visiting the home of my childhood,
standing on a tiny patch of grass...