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