I gather the stars in a basket
And bask in the flickering light...
We used to run barefoot through the yard,
Arms outstretched to the darkened sky...
The clouds stalk the meadow leisurely
The skies changing into a deep, violent gray...
Uncultivated, wild they bare their all,
By natures careful hand brought forth with love...
a slow slag-heap-sun
slips into a...
Scattered thoughts
lay exposed under...
It's all in how the leaf falls
as breezes swift, silently...
Greenery transforms into nightingales
during a midnight symphony...
I can hear
her voice...
By grassy edge of gallant pines,
I breathe the effervescent spring...
As spring arrives, from natures womb
her season brings, a baby-boom...
I braided the roots of a tree
to save within a music box...