On a tempestuous day, a girl with brownish hair
spoke to her dearest nature friend...
I stand there on the doorstep watching the light...
My toxic smoke rises away on currents, it thins...
Scattered patches of broken clouds direct sight to...
Chilly showers - chilly winds; rustling leaves...
Bold young crepe myrtle
smooth bark with limbs that reach up...
Spring
When Robins arrive...
Darkness fell upon another summer
drenched in misty midnight and I...
From a nut
To a stem...
Night-time grieves; an emptiness in the skies,
the ebb and flow of the sea comes to rest...
From the top of the hill I can feel
the wind blowing on my face...
in a rumpled,
black city...
A vigil for scrolls:
who writes the history now...
Intoxicated in flutter
while dancing with winds...