A Litany of
Lanternes
June Blooms
A
warm breeze—
summer sees
wind sculpture green
trees
Summer
Tidings
The
perfumed
petalled rose,
underneath my
nose;
slips
slowly
to the ground—
dies without a
sound
Gone Away
With
a kiss
on her lips—
a face cold and
bare,
still,
beauty
in her stare—
but she was not
there
Mood Change
Grey
clouds
above—
the sunshine
hides 'neath the duvet..
so,
so
tired
ebbs the tide..
of inertia:
a
call,
a word
in season—
flowers deep within
and
hope
alights
again on
optimism's
tree
