Greg Uhan Poems

the daughters of Acanthus
lend thier soft subtle
touch to the sky
...

I dip my bare feet
ankle deep

into myself
...

the purest flame
is that which is contained
within a single drop of morning dew
...

I've had all I can take
of these yellow carnations

I much prefer to keep
...

Another sunny day
fair sky clear blue
black coffee warm mug
another sunny morning view
...

Dew drops shimmer with stardust
speckled rainbow light

Sun kissed green grass watered
...