I seek you in the woodland;
for you are the forest...
Franny, the old dog
perches herself to the tree...
I am a little rivulet
I am not yet thought of as a stream...
Growing up
we still had four seasons...
The carnage opened up its flooded gate;
a bloodbath runs from taps and overflows...
Say it again
Those soft, glowing words...
Harmonizing winds
transform within pastel clouds...
Night-time grieves; an emptiness in the skies,
the ebb and flow of the sea comes to rest...
Sprinkled twinkles of lucent gems
Take place in nature's planetarium...
I long to become the silhouette
of the constellation that I gaze upon...
It is a smallish park built for soccer;
thousands of weekend kids play...
A mighty tree how she stands so tall and proud
her limbs stretch out almost caressing the clouds...