Yelling daffodils paraded
Eulogies, soft, serenaded...
Soft here,
tastes of...
The now docile hillside is speckled with remnants
Of weathered skin tones of diluted mixtures...
We often take for granted
what's most precious...
You hold the world in your hands
And you gaze at it in wonder...
Untamed currents of silver ribbons flow
a refreshing language of movement...
As the sun emerges,
Brightening the horizon...
'neath the willow by the star studded lake
overlooking deep mountain flickering...
She loved me here
among the ravenous mountains...
THE NORTHERN WIND (haiku)
sudden howl, leaves shake...
With logs and sticks we built our walls
And patched the roof with straw and moss...
Boundaries crushing me, struggling to
Remember who I really am, trying to...