Saturday, February 25, 2012

I Open My Door

I open my door
to the wet world
morning after rain
the temperature now
cooling to autumn

even the near hills
are hidden by cloud
and the trees
in the still air
drip gently 

Saturday, February 11, 2012

From the Clouds

From the clouds piled above the mountains
tendrils of light reach down into crevices,
long white fingers probing.