People rush through life. Just glance.
See just a blur from a blink.
No look, no stop, and no think. Continue reading “Dizzy”
What is this thing,
this gust of wind
that has no shape
and has no will; Continue reading “The Gust”
Life closing down.
Now I am the cold. Continue reading “Life Closing Down”
I was shunned and so were you,
then we met and love won through. Continue reading “Elizabethan Serenade”
I’ve found the willow warblers
that left the trees before the leaves – Continue reading “The Return of the Warblers”
When I hope
my life turns sour
when I weep
I lose my power Continue reading “When I Hope”