morning
Day 1297, thoughts.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Its the dirt road
at my house
in the morning
that I drive
on
~
where they stare
at me
each day
~
if I stop
to look closer
they run
cowardly
~
like sheep
Day 1149, inner lake.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The swan
majestic
In my dream
moves away
in silence
on a calm
early morning
lake
disturbed
by my attention
~
the dream
fades away
Nochrisis
Day 1142, sometimes.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In the corner
of where I live
the curtains open
regularly
to let in
the light
and
sometimes
the sun
Nochrisis
Day 1123, morning sun.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In the morning sun
I shine lately
till the earth turns
Nochrisis
Nochrisis 