Half acting you take
the broom for the journey...
the past is just behind us,
a shadow in our wake...
You open me up
like an envelope without...
The penumbra of Illumination.
The echo of birds’ footsteps in silence...
...desiccated earth
where the river used to flow...
On the canvas,
I was drawing only the feet...
Winter
It falls down weightless...
~~~
All through the woods and twixt the brooks...
I found your lilies
and your roses...
Ah, it was not a diamond
ring. In your palm was sitting...
Summer
Outside in the warm summer air...
Lounging upon a bed of moss,
underneath an abandoned tree...