Monday, September 20, 2010

Except Perhaps in Spring

Hesitant footprints in the snow
A white world
Full of promise for the future

A blossoming in Spring
New born
Overflowing loves

A drowning in the rain
The dampening
And cultivation of futures

The burning summer sun
Of an unfinished story

And now the beginning of autumn
A time to let go
Like leaves that land softly
Until they are blown elsewhere by winds

Thursday, September 9, 2010


When the wind blows,
I rejoice.
Someone dies and I,
I laugh into the wind