Friday, April 09, 2010


A scarecrow he is -
Waiting for love to fly by,
Land and stay with him.

True Love

Isn't love, telepathy?

I took my new song
To her, through wind swept green fields -
She was humming it.

Sunday, April 04, 2010

Cleansing Ritual

Over the Spring pond
The mountain breeze cleanses the
Golden reflection.

Thursday, April 01, 2010

Flitting Away

Warm sun rays beckon.
A sparrow flies, dragging a
Poem in its wake