Green trees hover over white sky.
Songbird sings me into my home.
Restive kitty meows her way out!
Presence Poem
Sky tucked under white blanket.
Pattering rain breaks quiet.
Too wet for the hens to play!
Freedom Dressed in Green
in my heart, i see a future where borders will turn into mist, cultures will mix like pigment, and you and I will laugh about the absurd history of nations while sipping black tea in a cafe
Word
The economy of words makes one a master of understatement.