Orange leaves dance in front of my eyes,
The wind pressing against my face...
The darkened clouds slide slowly in
Blocking the sun that had just risen...
I wish I had been able to keep the layout of this...
Rain Falls On The Ground
Thunder Rolls Across The Land...
I'm just a rose in the river
I float along...
Snow falls-
and the road is blanketed...
I stand on a cliff,
climbed so high...
I know that my certainties are
as capricious as the sky...
Precious blade of grass
Beaded with morning dew...
Bitter prickles
send feathers tracing...
This is the beginning
fresh and new...
Something blows on winters day
nipping at your cheeks...