clouds collect
fading rust rays
casting crimson
glow gushing
from sinking sun
gently griping
straying day
flows all away
monotone moon
February 20, 2010
February 15, 2010
Canopy, memory
Tethered near the ground,
I gaze into years of growth.
Longing to smell the aroma
of its blue wafting moments.
Under dense canopy, resting
patiently in a crown of red.
I sit rapturously with reverie
provoked by mighty mystery.
Soaking in citron sun rays,
leaves breeze beckoned sway.
Eyes taste it for just a moment,
flow resembling past emotions.