Saturday, February 14, 2015

Wabi -Sabi

under the trees
listening to the leaves whisper
I dream of you


on a cold night
a dog bays in the distance
I too want to howl


under the sap moon
an old dog yaps and yaps
I vent as well


in the predawn
I lie nervous
change waltzing around


out on the lake
a single boat
rows towards shore