River through city
Street lights burning like candles
Icing bus shelter
River through city
Street lights burning like candles
Icing bus shelter
O to be Irish
Wild on wings of a story
Living in the rain
a monk chants the psalm
sonorous from temple’s drum —
cherry blossoms fall
perhaps an earthquake —
a butterfly tastes the wind
jellyfish abide
Jumping spider down
yearns to reinvigorate
a rain drop reflects
stock grazing grassland
cow pats baking, sun blazing
dung beetle rolls ball
a wild horse hungry
prickly pear cactus beyond –
the rein of winter
Charm defeated me
shut off tap of syllables –
staring at the moon
crocodile tear –
rolled from eyes beseeching trust
lubricating spring
porcupine purpose
puncturing beaks in springtime
a horned owl retreats
strawberries are ripe
mingled with black blueberries
healthy start today
blackberries fattening
thorns sharpening, raindrops abound.
nettles fit to sting
mellow after tea
freesias and peonies fade
into the moonlight
contrarian breeze
undermines Irish heatwave
dandelions in flight
a savant alert
person of the forest smart
orangutan smiles
owl on frosty branch
hoots variations through time
an enigma stares
sunrise clears the dark
guru enlightening day
obscurity fades
dandelion in gale
a primordial nightmare
seeding the landscape
Katana blade – slash
Warrior falls – soil is red –
Blowflies approaching
pitter patter rain
drops on glass of the window
reflects on my self