She
knelt down...
A Lama leaps out,
then a waving panda...
Soberly I stand, draped with a cloak of gladiolas...
I feed and graze upon emotions that engulf...
Deep thought consumes me
during an August sunset...
The sharp ridged hills are called the devil's...
Fields of trodden grass...
Last night the faeries came-
to dance on my lawns and sing with crickets...
I once was a tree
now screwed up, frustrated trash...
Where a river flows
between mountains of lilies...
Soft quiet breeze
flows through out...
You bless the Earth with your soul,
gracing the lost wonders polluted...
Squat ugly gnarled trunk
tapering branches flower...
Through the window, a snowflake falling on the...
like a raindrop, shapely frozen, but melting on...