Soft here,
tastes of...
Yelling daffodils paraded
Eulogies, soft, serenaded...
The stairs are my highway to higher grounds
the top of the roof seems miles away...
The now docile hillside is speckled with remnants
Of weathered skin tones of diluted mixtures...
The majestic sun rises in the sky,
Illuminating the once dark skyline...
Siblings
will take care of the morgue...
Falling leaves bluring
Against coruscating rays...
With logs and sticks we built our walls
And patched the roof with straw and moss...
You hold the world in your hands
And you gaze at it in wonder...
THE NORTHERN WIND (haiku)
sudden howl, leaves shake...
We often take for granted
what's most precious...
Boundaries crushing me, struggling to
Remember who I really am, trying to...