Walking outside, inhaling the beauty, breathtaking
first fallen snow captivates my soul...
The sun climbs again
as gray clouds now blush tempted...
often, days go by
like food on the bird’s feeder...
Your face becomes
an eye, a saga of...
Tears welled behind my
scuba glass: a seahorse...
Uncultivated, wild they bare their all,
By natures careful hand brought forth with love...
Boy, the fresh breeze sways the old leaves
too carefully almost as if...
When I shall die, in spring I will return
in budding maze of rainbow flowered plush...
The pursuit of a rainbow
in the tiger sanctuary...
.
Retell my tarnished mirror, please retell...
I seek you in the woodland;
for you are the forest...
Could a flower still compete
Without it's pigments of glee...