wish

star opens her eyes
at three past eight
this night

wednesday's letter

laughable mud hens scoot across the lake
disappearing and appearing in some kind of game of tag
digging my paddle into the bottom i stop to admire
before drifting on to the far end of the reservoir

wednesday's letter

brings
melancholy
as winds tell
of your struggle

storm

stripes of sunlight race the earth
as sliced dark clouds dash ahead

ebrace

bending limbs before the wind
where apple blossoms cling
they do

full moon

naps the day away
in a canyon deep
south of the river

sun does

curled crimson like a cat
clinging to the mountain top
while night sneaks in

this week i fear

capturing the future
slipped from my fingertips
shattered endeavors make me weep
like the last time i knew you

me

im still a silly pony always
wanting to gallop but left kicking at the gate
instead

air

i still give cloud shapes a name
and know colours of lavendar pull up the sun
and the air after midnight changes but i dunno you

limbs do

laden with snow
touching and nodding
in the gentle zephyr

wednesday letter

rendezvous
entering into a
thundercloud

the fence

cat and moon rests on the fence
wondering whats in the night

reclouse

chosing to live on the cusps of the forest lets me see sunsets
admiring colours it presents upon the landscape
yet retreat into the dark shadowed trees
to ponder without starlight some nights

good afternoon to you

moon nods at three oclock
backed by cold blue
retiring quickly before night fall

enduring

moon hangs by the tiniest star
lingering as i do

blue moon

twice
you shined upon me
and thee