Glittering droplets of water
fall from light grey clouds...
The wind dances through trees
who's naked arms reach towards the sky...
Thunder clouds, coffee brown
roll and rumble over town...
Nocturnal animals yowl in the distance as you walk...
avenues between trees and haws, nurtured in...
Cherry colored blossoms add fragrance to the...
Hot days of summer soon come, killing...
Summer bloom,
soaked in grey moonlit gloom...
Curling ashes as soft
as feathers, aloft are...
Such a pensive state the clouds are in
It sits as a crown on the head of the mountain...
The ghostly paths that wind
Through the silence of evening...
Sitting on the riverbank
with the company of the fallen leaves...
"Are these really blackberries?"
"Ones covering the ground...
..if my garden could
speak of my love for its life...