By grassy edge of gallant pines,
I breathe the effervescent spring...
The moon whispered
his last blessings...
She sends a message
with breath blowing hot and cold...
Hidden messages adorn a sunrise
where my eyes engage in simple conversation...
In yonder meadow flowers bloom
cascading hues and sweet perfume...
I am a little rivulet
I am not yet thought of as a stream...
I slip into your inky blackness
You steal away my despair...
I walked deeper into the twilight where
the moon peeps through clouds, like...
You hear her breathe but cannot see her mouth
her lips can whistle tunes through boughs of...
So beautiful
dying leaf...
Needles prick softly along my spine
just before Autumn, pine cones whisper...
The season starts to change its sunshine rays
I hope that summer love still warms the air...