Saturday, July 26, 2008

25th July 2008

Dragonfly rests on
the warm windshield, then flies --
to flit the summer.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

13th June 2007

The placid moon tries
to soothe the angry Loo and --
my indignation.

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

3rd April 2007

The icy wind has,
killed my golden spring fairies --
Not the hopes of spring.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

26th Feb 2007

Blackened lumps of snow,
oozing silent death, were once ---
Swaying, white music.