All of the seas can only wish
soft sand upon its feet,
away from storm on safe coastlines
where ruffling curves and ridges crest
...
As the sunlight seeks me,
I see the early clouds
Kneeling on the mountainsides
Etching their hopes
...
You gather words
like wood
and burn them
altogether.
...
Write on, dear one
For you whose days
Are dark and long
For you whose nights
...
She was born for him,
He often reminds her
A compulsive writer,
...
Cherry blossoms sprout
Before those tiny buds
Can break into leaves
...
There is something
about Spring; always
eagerly expecting
a constancy of hope,
...
the sound of cargo train
tooting across the valley
in the middle of the night -
i miss
...