Both embrace their space/ and bear no complaints./ The man is engrossed in/ creative observations;/ the

Like a grandpa's teeth/ Cannot bite the softest days/ Passing by daily

vibrant streaks/ of amorphous sky guide// soft-down feathers, eager/ open beaks stretching toward// light

The lamp is burning/ next to the window/ looking out, searching for/ the darkness of night./ Without it,/ it has

I put my emotions into golden dust/ just before the dawn/ send them into the air/ they land on the tops of trees

Flakes flit across a charcoal canvas/ smiling, tender and white/ gathering one by one/ they swirl, pirouette

In the thinness of the autumn air—/ no longer smothered in the denseness/ of summer’s humidity—we

Illuminated amid white sands,/ Revealed long after revered sorrows,/ Unforgotten love is unearthed;/ Souls’

Grief Spattered thump/ Joy covered thrum/ Pummeling through/ Claw and whisper/ A galloping heart/ Waits/ For

In the falling snow/ Perched on a green holly bush/ A small brown bird/ Finds a red berry

Moon rise—not blood red, not orange or purple/ but a silent sliding into the sky of blue among white pines

Climbing to the Acacia tree’s highest branch/ I look downtown, Bila Baxu./ The ceramic roof tiles with

The wind lashed itself across my face/ as I stumbled along the beaten path,/ fulfilling my obligations to no one.

After the rain does its rinsing/ I think about how everything/ That was dry/ a short time ago// Now drips with

Once, when Snow tumbled to the frozen ground,/ pooling in translucent rivers, the crystals gasped/ at

It's odd how rain lashing at/ your windows, can act as an/ appeaser when your mind/ is troubled./ The drops

Merci contains mercy, pure water/ forgiving in a warm, swollen stream./ Merci is autumn mapping

Grandpa used to sit on a protruded part/ of the veranda of our old house./ In a subtle hesitancy, he used

the herd careens along/ eyeless, screeching rails/ curving parallel lines of rusting iron/ stripped from

With the winter months/ Comes windy snow storms/ Blowing the last remain leaves/ Off the now bare trees