probably so

perched heron
at my side
complains
i sit his rock says he

unoccupied

part of my heart
languishes
like the evening moon
not yet full

starting over

we had lovely evening rains that washed away
the dirty snow leaving us all clean

reaching

i know you are on to me
grasping still i love thee
for no reasons but
to touch the things you cannot feel

vapors

isolation brings revelation much as
sunlight breaking through the clouds
on snow

lost again

seeking the self for others
lessens seek of self

sultry

bees work pink clusters
of the dainty china tea rose
nice sultry evening for a conversation

again

among apple blossoms pink
and periwinkles blue
snow rests

some summer day

some summer day
come into my garden
rich the treasure
sweet the pleasure
fill the flowing bowl
with flowers for the soul