Do not
give me a dream...
A silent sentry holds his guard
Deserted by his fellow stars...
The full moon hovers high above
the darkness of the forest...
Grace granted in each paw print,
A world of knowledge locked in their eyes...
Not begging,
for a native dream...
Red leaves on summer trees
Haiku...
If the azure glow of the ocean
is summers' own liquid crest...
It was chillingly true.
You walked out...
Waves pound at a foot-sized concrete slag...
Three forty seven in the afternoon on an average...
The weather outside worse for wear...
Flower power (haiku)
on a summer's day...
Smell of Rain
Fresh on the pavement...