Monday, March 26, 2007

Growing old

Taste of sleep or tears
flying or falling I can't tell
after all these years

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

From here

Geese gather, crows squawk.
The blue lake reflects the hawk.
You fly away. I walk.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

up the hill

breath see-saws, silent, sighing
listen like a cat

Monday, March 19, 2007


Frosty grass a geode,
icy blades snapped where I strode,
light the sun erodes

Friday, March 16, 2007

Many rivers

again rain drops and lands
my breath condenses in clouds
rising, falling again

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

I'm not a McDLT

sun warms and blinds me
sweat on my ear freezes my feet
the moon lifts the sea