Grandma ...
If I could call anything else by that name...
Down the bay, the animals have their way.
In the water they play, beneath the sun's rays...
A tree way out in the fields
broken branches, leafs on the ground...
Dusting snow angels
retreat with a fallen pine...
My nature's salad
Is sweet Johnny Smith's...
No school yesterday,
No school today...
Looking beyond the window
I always wanted to shut my eyes...
Manipulating grief, dirty hands -
open the lid...
Where a river flows
between mountains of lilies...
Gold butterfly wings
great pleasure to human brings...
Reticent were moon, sky and birds.
A pall of gloom spread on the trees...
Tinsel webbing spun
linked to the heart of an Oak...