Dancing daintily
Among azaleas aroma...
As if living life—
Roaming, violent, never still...
In war of attrition
with moon...
Our island paradise
nestled in the arms...
You walked with me
when it was pitch-dark...
We water the seeds each day. Each day we
watch the cautious creep of green...
I am a breeze,
Drifting slowly through the trees...
sun rises behind
the frost covered Oaks as...
HAVE YOU SEEN MY LITTLE DRAGON FRIENDS?
Here in the Sub-Tropics they are everywhere you...
On these hollow black nights
When the moon hides and the night flowers bloom...
The inscribed stone
winks at moon to compare...
I am a rose
the rosy red rose...