The evening star On the way home holding your cold hand and the evening star Michael R. Collings
My freedom Freedom in this cup of tea until it gets cold
Dadâ€™s hand Remembering my dad's hand as I sharpen my child's pencils
Flowers On the Chinese vase flowers retain brightness - - pouring out water. Dave McCroskey.
In the parking lot this new fallen snowmuch of it Reserved George Steel
I am nobody: A red sinking autumn sun Took my name away. Richard Wright
Make up your mind, Snail! You are half inside your house, And halfway out! Richard Wright
One magnolia Landed upon another In the dew-wet grass. Richard Wright
As the sun goes down, a green melon splits open And juice trickles out. Richard Wright
No birds are flying; The tree leaves are still as stone, â€“ An autumn evening.
Little boys tossing Stones at a guilty scarecrow In a snowy field.
Standing patiently, The horse grants the snowflakes A home on his back.
From the skyscraper, All the bustling streets converge Towards a spring sea.
Published on Apr 2, 2014