Perfect day of sun
producing soft flowers and
patient blades of grass
Rain’s Power: Sicilian Quintain Poem
Gray clouds unknowingly lose Spring showers,
Falling like beads from a 60s curtain,
To feed thawing trees and infant flowers,
While searching birds hop through mud, for certain
Flooded worms will come to prove rain’s powers.
A String of Silence
This prolonged silence, long as it is honest, suffocates my heart.
I always do that… have these speakings of the heart. Is it so bad that I feel so deeply?
I don’t know, but these words seem to always fall on empty ears and hardened hearts.
I don’t enjoy stringing my heart along an endless line.
Is it so bad that I miss talking with you?
I guess it is.
Rain and Fog: A Haiku Poem
Soft rain falls through a veil:
Gray fog rising from the earth
To hide skyscrapers.
