
True winter descends
as the last of the warmth dies
bringing forth broad beans

True winter descends
as the last of the warmth dies
bringing forth broad beans

Waters be choppy—
battling inner turmoils; still,
sea smiles at the sun.

Siphoning off joy,
silent fan over my head:
a sterile office.

Single pale white dot
from deep in the western sky
rises with our hopes.

A city aglow;
Screen lights, down lights, and tube lights:
drowning out moonlight.