Beautiful moments
sometimes
seem to hover
unattached
alone
in mid air
Nochrisis
short poem
Day 992, in anticipation.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I remember.
My hardened nerves turning.
When the door opened.
In anticipation.
Nochrisis
Day 864, weeds.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When butterflies don’t fly.
Fading away, overwhelmed in lies.
Wings eager, restricted by weeds.
Cracked mud of the soil grades the time.
When butterflies couldn’t fly.
Day 862, absorbed.
Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry
Nochrisis 