on snowy branches
linger
the footprints
of a chirping bird
...
in River Lethe
I drowned my sorrow
that upon my return
to this world of shadow
...
"And she shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth her fruit in her season; her leaf also shall not wither." (Psalm 1: 3)
In my windblown arid wilderness
a pauper in lands desolate
...
robed in poetic verse
knit in primordial thought
in Wisdom and in Song
uttered cadence and rune before
...
Shall we share some wine or tea
explore potentialities
converse of life's complexities
asseverate philosophies
...
from yesterdays
tomorrows come
and hidden seeds
sprout forth their bloom
...