Saturday, April 23, 2011

The closet

Subtle like drizzle,
Catchers on rainbows
Where dreams fly under

Shining in a closet
A stone
Golden with age

Sunday, April 17, 2011

The time is right

Drinking to tomorrow,
Yesterday in a spoon
left in a corner

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Talking to elms

Walking by the trees
the necklace of the sky
glitters like windows
with shocked eyes

the water in puddles
lies dead like sleep
somewhere nearby,
a dream shivers quietly

Monday, April 4, 2011

The wolves in his lines

Over red clay
a writer fumbles
his words,
rich they seem
like the rain in his lap
shouting at mountains
the wolves in his hands