The sky bright
Through many clouds
Moving quickly
Above the trees
Sunlight caressed
By the wind
Category: Free Verse
Most everything that isn’t a haiku or tanka falls into this category lately. Subject to change, of course.
A first thought this early morn
A gentle breeze blows
Branches scrape against my house
This brusque goose-like cry
Startles me abruptly
Poetry’s Power
Sunlight Ascending
Awake, Far Too Early: A Brief Poem
Far too early
To be awake.
Echoes in my mind
Haunting my dreams
This Painful Evening
Over fifty-years
Living on this
Spinning rock
Yet moments come
When, still,
That powerless
Little boy
Rises
Alone






