Standing by a tree,
looking out at the buildings—
seeking green pastures.
Tag: New Zealand
Farewell

Windiest city:
clouds sweeping to fare me well,
dog chases the car.
Company

Alone, two large weeds
leaning into each other—
on top of the world.
Shade

Stands the mighty oak
under the scorching sunshine
sprinkling shade on me.
Finding your feet

Treading new pathways,
slipping into adventure:
dried leaves on old rocks.
