it is a gray dawn
seen in the refiection
of her tears.
With the dreams
...
Ice crystals
falling, rising, twisting on the air
a spiraling mass, on the wind
falling covering the earth.
...
Is it a poem
or a test of time.
Or just another
pretty rhyme.
...
Swells of orange dust
move round and round
in the breeze
by
...
Words falling
bouncing over
the page.
Forming puddles
...
By candle light.
She sits
night afther night.
Waiting waiting
...
Rays of the sun, light falls
through woodland.
With hues, of
gold,
...