Goodbye

I lost you first,fourteen year friend,my golden girl.

Springtime Flowers

Perhaps best to admire, from a distance,the petals on your face. The ayre, it seems, conspiresto steal my breathaway.

3/29/21

I’m fleeting, dropfrom Mother, caught by the breezeand carried far, far away.Dogwood Blossoms

The View across the Valley

Wreathed in mist Her mountain tops So blue against the setting Sun, arboreal leaves hidden By the dappled shade That shifts across The valley slopes Shimmering under Its wilting gaze In the final hours Of the day

Scenic Overlook

Mother made me To cry bitter tears Over her mountains Her valleys Her serenity

Three Exquisite Corpses of 397

If snow could taste the rainThere will be hunger in the voidIf the stars fade awayThen light will be gone from our heartswhen I carry my first childkiss me kiss me said the crow

Initium Sapientiea

I’d risk it all Alea iacere