
Dancing with the wind,
the sidewalk daisy eavesdrops,
transporting whispers.

Dancing with the wind,
the sidewalk daisy eavesdrops,
transporting whispers.

Lining my sidewalk,
seeks no appreciation—
a daisy just is.

Alone and forlorn
lays on a bare ocean cliff—
red flower, for love.

Cloudy winter day,
little bundles of sunshine
dotting the footpaths.

Last night’s rain lingers—
weighing down the morning sky;
hibiscus petals.