Light and feathery
She reaches for
the kind and gentle
summer sky.
And even though her
Sweet affairs will not last,
She lets them pass
Without sorrow.



Appearing in a gentle breeze
Like a short-lived breath
Besotted with youth,
She grows only in the dark
Safely hidden from the revealing
Light of summer days.

It is such a dawn

It is such a dawn
When ghostly pale fog
And thick silence converse
About life, and people
Pull their dreams heavily behind
Like a suitcase without wheels.
There is a stale sound of gravel
Evading booted feet.
It is such a dawn
When loneliness has turned
Its back on the wind
And the sight of a single
Bushy wildflower
Becomes a beacon to set
Our course to.