words fall like scattered papersas soft light dressed as afternoonslips in through the windowilluminatedthe roommy deskmy mindrevealedi can see the torrent of books,papers, scraps of thought teeteringon the shelves i look and seestones i had forgotten, old photos in pilesfaces from the past that stare balefully at melandscapes waiting for acrylic birthwhen did this happen?when…

i have been watching mywhite orchidwaiting for it to bloomendless days it seemedthe last bloom hungtucked into its pale green cucoonwaiting waiting waitingand then without warningi woke one morningin the soft light of a new dayi saw the bloom had explodedonto the fragile stem ~

i watched the morning sunshine through a ferna perfect emerald silhoettedew gathered in the foldsof a scarlet maple leafshimmering in the lighti was not until i looked closelythat i saw the long slenderlegs of the spiderresting on its glistening webin complete stillness ~

listen to the windwhispering in the softest voicethe stream singsa laughing melodyunder tall, firey treeswhile my heart soarswith the southbound geeseand lies at once withthe slumbering trilliumwrapped in the solid stone shieldof this ancient soilsoon the snow will flyand all this will remainin untouched harmony~

bamboo grows on the window silltiny saplings in water and glassi am coaxing them skywardi watched an emerald flyerspread her golden wingsto dance in the sky blue eyedipping and soaring in the breezefluid flight becomes a slow tricklea gentle waterfallflowing into itselfas she lights on the window before meresting quietly in the late suni see…

autumn roses spill crimsonover the stones in the drivereflections dance in the puddleswith every cooling drop steady drummingthrough the treesa soothing lullabysung against this rich tapestryas i stand collecting raindropsin my upturned palm ~

gentle rain fallingagainst broad emerald leaftracing its lines and ridgesdown to the slender stem ~

I bent my head downto write out all of my anger,frustration and sorrow…instead my heart spilled outacross the blank white page before mejoy snuck out in streaks of goldand happiness, close on her heals,with careless splashes of scarlet and rosesoon the page a chaotic dancea riot of colourand between the rain of laughterI sit shocked…

this star shinesas our lovethrough endless skyuncontainedso shall we befor all eternity ~

water drips downthe side of the glasslike a teardoes it fall out of joy or sorrow?is it enough that it falls?sliding down the cool surfaceto form a small pool on the table’s facewater drop descends and i am drawnto your photographit shows a deep reflectionof the world outside my windowframed with silverthis sight takes my…

there was a drop of rain this morning that fell against my cheek a pinprick cold shock looking into the sky why did you fall against me, wake me, startle me, love me? your sudden kiss took my breath, made me stand still i almost missed knowing you with another step ~

I was the other onethat wasn’t methe overturned petalwhere the light of sundoesn’t lay to sleepthe entire day away ~