The rapture
was on prowl...
Bold young crepe myrtle
smooth bark with limbs that reach up...
The descent starts
with a dance, of tears and fire...
A serphant spoke to me
in between dawns blooming flower...
the heart of this world
always gives another chance...
Cricket to his mate,
“Silence, what a mouth you have...
Sturdy, proud to be
A shade from the scorching sun...
Pear-drops trickle from
Sugared rays and fall...
You are my isolation, desolation
Succour to my mind...
"Angel In Moonlight...
ODE TO A TOAD
He sits by himself near the road, he is not...
Over Mirror Lake
morning sun rose...