Category: Poetry

I see mountains and valleys against still water,
Rugged symmetry with creases all between….

A trudging man wants to visit his town,
And upon his face is a furrowed frown.
He looks to the mountain so far ahead,
He slouches and sighs and slaps his head….

Under sky fly the clouds
And under clouds falls a drop,
Sinking deep into Earth
Until she wills for it to stop…

Ten years I’ve lived in this house of mine,
Annually watching the cold decline,
Observing spring’s pervading green,
And meeting again a bird benign…