Frozen lake tempts me
to childhood follies once more...
The shades of dawn
under the waning moon...
A Japanese Camellia,
the Rose of Winter...
Seizing a chance in
a trice, in one dark September...
Leave something for me to imagine.
A skeleton in a pond...
Gentle Autumn breeze, fly swiftly past me.
Bring forth cold breaths of new life...
Water risen high
Drawn by the rays of the sun...
Sitting quietly at Meyer Park
on the banks of Cypress Creek...
You go for a daily ritual
to water a passion tree...
Let me put back
the rhythm to the song...
You were old.
I could tell by scars and...
Spring's bringing leaflets
developing their flowers...