Category: Poetry

Migrating birds

migrating birds soar nervously in the sky; anxiety inside…

I feel it

I feel it sweeping in – new coolness in the rooms, through the cracks it’s sneaking

Early afternoon

early afternoon, overcast; peeling potatoes and sorting my thoughts

A new ritual

a new ritual – to leave a little lantern burn in noiseless nights

Oh my

oh my – a flower garden! silent delight; all the senses come alive