The kill
Upon the green meadow a shadow is cast...
Sound. Thundering hooves.
The horses are galloping...
Air, sun, rain, clouds,earth and sky
inspire me to write...
Candle
Swaying by wind...
Reach to me your hands,
lean on me when you, so weak...
Beautiful flowers
Grow in such lovely colours...
I embrace wisps of frigid cold in winter,
for I am alive...
Consider yourself, oh butterfly.
Each day you prance about in your lacey glory...
I dream of a serene place
where the Earth's rotation slows...
Delicate beauties
Scattered over fields of green...
Darkness echoes cicadas,
tree frogs, bats & cats...
Clouds, on an April day
Thick and forming quickly...