Days aré becoming shorter
nights seem longer...
Hardly invisible certainly not six feet tall
this storm reduces hope through the hours...
I stand there on the doorstep watching the light...
My toxic smoke rises away on currents, it thins...
Spring
When Robins arrive...
Out from the city,
Down long and lonely roads...
Dawn breaks as she pirouettes
A tiny ballerina on display...
The shadows will reach and smother this day
As evening approaches, no words left to say...
I have seen lands ravaged by conflict
I have been frozen and I have been cooked...
More about Clouds
Where do Clouds go when they die, as they fade...
The sins of our fathers
we shouldn't project upon the children...
A glisteneing pasture of snowy earth
lays dormant, embedded within a girls spirit...
The frost has kissed
the leaves lying in my yard...