Like bees to blossoms
chasing blue skies and sunshine—
chilly autumn day.
Gravitate
Tag: nature
Prints
My soul takes a dip,
drifts away with the seagulls—
they leave no footprints
The end
Clouds once full and round
shrink; sun sets hollows deepen—
winter is coming.
Full circle
Trees cleansing themselves
shed dead skin and dry blossoms
retrieve life through death.
In passing
Slow your horses down,
precious moments are crossing—
observe those nice trees.
