a sound like dry leaves
a sound like dry leaves
rustles thru an autumn wind
springtime approaches
a sound like dry leaves
rustles thru an autumn wind
springtime approaches
a scent of roses
enfolding the ev’ning air
crescent moon rising
an edge of silver
launched up from the horizon
a drift of cold wind
i’ve put on the hat
to be what everyone knows
captain obvious
gargoyle in the park
embodiment of patience
guardian archon
a gentle breeze blown
edges of the tree floating
afternoon porch time
ghosts of bad ideas
whispering softly to me
gentle breeze of spring
a glimmer at night
peeking through the silhouette
moon over oakland
a cup of kindness
mixed with a bushel of joy
dog naps on the couch
the click of wine glass
and an up ended merlot
first ev’ning of spring