The Bare Trees

The end of etymology is official

The sun’s morbid desire

cranes over heavy clouds

Autumn wind sweeps mournful hours

Fallen leaves bury unspoken voice

                            Gone,

gone,

gone.

Shine

The fog stretches long arms over the cliff.

The sun patiently meditates in the sky.

Sunlight spreads a lacy handkerchief out from shroud of mist.

The ocean, as blue as your eyes, is singing.

With peace of mind,

I will dive into the eternal azure.

Summer

I’m looking for you

in the endless sunflower fields

The horizon embraces

the tangerine orange

Our silhouettes finally meet

in the promised land

Your lips are addictive nectar

Your hair is affectionate in waltz

I won’t let you go again