crushed cherries all across
the pavement and the dying light
of shortened day
Monthly Archives: August 2017
August 28th
yellow grass and burning sun
over its shoulder summer saw
weather cones filled with chill.
August 24th
The conversations
we had under the fig tree
linger in the heat.
August 23rd
The air is fresher
on the top of a pine tree.
Its branches shed sunlight.
Afternoon.
Wild geese across the sky
while I softly fall asleep.
August 20th
In the morning chill
muted crisp of fallen leaves.
Dawn peeps through the trees.
18th August
Skies of pale grey.
Wind raises the tablecloth.
Rain in my champagne.
