the blossom came early, dressed in white finery
even though the nights are still so cold
that the stars fall from the heavens
and lie shattered and sparkling on the morning grass
Alone, I walked out in the night
Watched the stars,
watch me watching them.
I am completely unable
to count syllabubbles, so
I don't do, haiku
Sometimes, in dark of the night
When the rain is drumming out rhythms
Of sweet loneliness and regret
On my windowed pain.
Pearls from the sea,
diamonds from the mountain.
White gold from the river's start,
beauties where we found them.